Nothing

Nothing heaps on nothing:
nothing to eat, nothing to do
because we cannot eat and nothing
more to dance with greased legs
and muscled bellies and no more to choose
one likely to be quick
to laugh.

Nothing in the mind
consoles the nothing in the heart
of this village even if Kara is still
beautiful without her bath,
without her growth.

Nothing left to take forward
toward another spring
for we no longer tell the season--

the signs are all the same
and we are not camped
in paradise.



ISBN 0-9745909-8-3
43 pages $15