If Nothing

Last September
in the hospital,
as my fellow
ruminants slept
in the shadows,
their jaws furiously
chewing the cud
of their dreams,
I wondered: If nothing
is where I come from,
return to, and
am entitled to,
what was I
so afraid
of losing?

— Philip Schultz, “The Wandering Wingless,” Four, 5

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