Nothing

i am nothing, then!
not more than what
i believe in;
not less than
what i do!

nothing...
not stars and infinite planets,
not dung or mounds of trash.

not song and dance,
not holy, i'm quite sure!
not the axe, the blade,
the bomb that falls...

not dead bodies in the ditch!

nothing...
not spew, not delirious tongues
searching forbidden lands.
not cobwebs, not hunger,
not you, not yours....

nothing, everything,
and nothing!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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