Zero Agonistes

“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.