Poetry

To find the 
essence of nothingness 
you need to play a bluff. 
The birthmark will come 
without motherhood. 
 
It lacks a commitment of 
fatherless progeny. The stigma 
arrives later when you meet 
the moon at night. 
I don't defend the puritan's version. 
 
It was natural. Are we returning 
to a thinking tree where parakeets 
are nesting? The illegitimacy 
of bold argument needs the 
blessings of the birch.