Voiced // POEM: Zero by Thomas Rivet

Zero

In the dust

I see lust -

there is a gale

however frail or pale,

the wind blows below me.

With a whoosh

and a whistle

my oily tears drizzle

to our crust;

our moss

and dismissed and missed,

loved-one loss.

In a world unjust,

there is none to dust

nor shivers in the air.

O few know,

but in our world unjust,

zero declare.

THOMAS RIVET