The Missing Thing

Looking for the missing thing
Incompleteness
Yawns and yawns
The hollow O
Echoes with the dentist's terror
It only stows pretences
A blind cave
Where nothing is

Nothing comes in juggernaughts
The GDP of every nation docked in vessels
Feeding the black hole.
At the rim,
Overloaded pressure cracks and warps
Any living thing

Nothing feeds her hideous grubs
The missing air rent with hissing sounds
Of vacuum mouths
Barrels of missile-launchers
Bell-toll tanks
All hollow

Any life surviving,
Groping around in the dark
Looking for the missing thing
 

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