Ex Nihilo

EX NIHILO

There is no such thing as nothing.

I prefer creatio ex materia to explain
the mercy of peace and wonderment
that punctuate our damned lives.

Those poor Judes, their artisan talents,

the pitfalls of class, the fostering of hope
Nietzsche felt the worst myth in the box.

I read Shelley in spring and need no-one.

In the wildlife garden I make wood piles

and know tonight the dung beetles

will navigate by the moon and stars

to clamber aboard the turd I've left them.

Sunbeams dancing on the stream by day,

dung beetles rolling around in shit at night.

AC

* Those poor Judes (the Obscures)