P 1 Of O Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Like a child
the child asked me

to type it in for her
'cos it hadn't worked

('cos it wuz haplessly
Miss Spilled)

so reaching over her shoulder
& keeping the rest at bay with my voice

'q...ui......E... T! '

my fingers clickety clacked
searching for images.

The search engine grumbled
& almost shuffled off its mortal coil

in an attempt to give me...

P 1 of O.

Wot! Nothing!
and then more nothing.

I could see my life had only begun to be
Page One of Nothing.