The Nothing Poem by Roy Blokker

The Nothing hid her silent thoughts
Behind a pair of cheap sunglasses.
She wandered down the empty halls
Looking for fresh flowers
In the wintertime.
She sang in showers
Like a diva playing Salome;
She jogged at night in empty parks
Unafraid but shy;
She worked each day in a cubicle
Making sure all the forms
Were properly filled out;
And went to church most Sundays,
Enjoying most the Sign of Peace
And fellowship, and coffee
Made by someone else's hands.
One day she met the handsome Nowhere
And they fell in love.
They raised a family together
Of Nothing-Nowheres,
Modern indistinct, with nothing much
To show, the normal brags but
No major etchings across the earth,
But one grandchild yet to come
Would be the one
To find the Cure.