Bill Nelson

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Ground Zero

Say, the crux is a void, a simple
nothingness, where everything that defines us
radiates from, is absorbed back into.

Zero is not just one less than one, it is
the opposite of everything, the antithesis that makes
the hay shine, the shadows grow old.

Say, give us a hand
to remove all hands. To break all moulds
over the heads of all figurines.

I, like the war monger, love greed
the allure of animals
biting their own bums.

Let’s go to ground, bury our heads in peat
become, let’s say, Devonian.





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