Poem

A man
once told me
there’s nothing
when we die

That’s funny
nothing

I find nothing sitting next to me
often

And I found nothing next to his ears
and eyes
and mouth

His mind was lost
trying to lead me

God apparently left few traces
for few to follow

Spread throughout
every morning sun
and sunset

There’s nothing

-M. Taggart

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