Nothing Is Nothing

Night’s silent flyers
Hunt by listening,
Long-eared bats consuming moths.

You put a hole in the world
Wherever you want
Vacancy hidden or seen.

I thought of a small black square
Cut out of the air,
A child’s height above pavement
Outside the law offices

Of the last mind to help me
Confront stone reality.
Put your eye to emptiness,
You will see nights starred with lights.