Nothing

by Joseph Ceravolo

Joseph Ceravolo

Nothing exists that does no empty.
Who are you feeling?
Who do you bite in the morning?
Our health?
when we're sick

is the body coming.

Our love,
a mountain fuming
in the ocean

like a graceful race such as
black. When the shores overtake
in the continent.
When the heroes are phony,
and our house less than rubble
will there be a bite, a memory still left?





Last updated October 03, 2022