Wednesday, 26 March 2014

carries messages, nerves and cells

the inherent 
emptiness of the human condition
you know it well 
you said you would tell
me all about it
ten thousand souls you left hanging
gates crash---- a mighty clanging
cold and metallic

then one day
you look through your pockets
only to find
torn numbers and broken lockets
half-names and tasks incomplete
promises obsolete
for there is
nothingness, but You
but You, but You Lord

                         my vein is missing
my jugular vein is no more
and so everything is nothing