All Of Nothing

and all of nothing
piling up
and all the bodies
rotting
 

                                                    don’t stand by idle, come let’s
                                                    bury the dead.  Don’t stand
                                                    by idle, we must paint the void
 

                                                    a creation a minute, every minute creates
                                                    alive it is, and of itself
                                                    it’s movement: breath