FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

empty heads,
lighter than a tissue,
empty hearts,
emptied of blood
and love,
empty hands,
removed of any
offering,
empty mouths
devoid of tongues
empty rooms,
emptied of people
who leave in order
to find life somewhere,
empty space
you doubt air,
all these gather in
one place
scrutinizing one
another
identifying one
with the other
misery upon misery
sorrow upon
sorrow
like dominoes
and when one falls
over the other
the rest shall follow
suit
and they call
it
a festival,
a feast,
the most
meaningful chaos
of their lives

together.