By Richard Mather
“Zero” -- he of the failed harvest
and wormish incarnation --,
Has declared war on heaven.
It is his special election.
But there he sits: Half-heroic,
sublimely pathetic, eternally
Pregnant, revelling in
Pain and difference,
Plying his matrix
of unbearable contradictions.
A holy, unholy, (un)righteous fool,
Unable to bridge across!
Come now, O Zero,
You great entropologist,
Stop teasing the gods
with your slothful excesses.
You’re just an ape-like
Idiot with a gob
Full of paradoxes and a
Lack of new creations.
O rude animal,
When will you become
The meaning of the earth?
Do it now:
Slaughter the poets & the shopkeepers
Then make company
With the rejoicers on the rainbow
and the bridges of the Superman.
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