Empty Words

The proof of a hollow
In every word only
Needs God to sanctify

Abhorrent emptiness.
Sometimes you stare at words,
Your own insides swimming

With sickness and wanting
To come clean. Absolute
Vacuum’s another thing.

The beetles go trundling
Down the page, shiny, gold
And not quite capable of life.

The hungry bird, hungry
Lizard know what’s in there.
The reader never will.