He walks through
Nothing
And silence
A yellow balloon
For company,
Thinks of wars
That were puddles
Overflowing their borders
So every enemy here
Was a friend over there
Or vice versa
Thinks of wars
That were puddles overflowing
Their borders, when every trickle
Became a stream that fed the deluge
Or vice-versa
But now it’s all receded
As he walks through nothing and silence
With his yellow balloon for company.
Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor