poem poetry zero – poems 2 die for

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we tried to shout out
to the angels
but somehow our calls
failed to get through

we spoke to the mobile service providers
but they were too
caught up in billing problems
and arrangements

defaulting customers who
despite issues of legality
they need to hunt down

make
an example of, wreak
revenge upon

meanwhile the angels
hear nothing but

sounds of children
getting bombed

so much for them
to ponder
without our political
and intellectual
explanations
wondering
what the Hell exactly
is going on

let go!
let go!

there is no poem
strong enough
to get me to hold on

no words to feed me with
the power to overcome
all the bad
you said, all the bad
you did

and so
I fall

having let go
the world rushing
up to meet me
to imprint me
with the truth of
failure
and loss and pain
and fathers and gravity

those dice
you can tell that
they read
snake eyes

my birth, my life
luck of the bad draw

zero
was worth more
than a poem

no civilization I know
stood or fell
by a poem

but zero, gorgeous oval
that you are
you gave us infinity
opened space
and time

and terrible
singulaity that
just swallows swallows

zero
my best little beautiful
paradox of the absolutely
essential
number
that can never be

a whole Arrakis desert
in your history
sheer
possibility

quietly, quietly
zeroing inimagining the poem

that simply cannot be