Nothing tranquil about tranquillisers
There’s a void in me
And a void in you
There’s a void
In all the others too
There’s a void in the good
A void in the bad
A void at the bottom
Of every bag
There’s a void in the culture
A void in the art
There’s a void in the chest
In the shape of the heart
There’s a void in the word
A void in the song
There’s a void in the truth
Where it doesn’t belong
There’s a void in the family
A void in the story
A void in the future
Is obligatory
There’s a void in the righteous
A void in the sinner
A void in the vanquished
A void in the winner
There’s a void in beauty
A void in hope
We’re all of us hanging
The void is the rope
