Any Number Multiplied by Zero Equals Zero

Angela T. Carr

When the depths of our holes match the heights
of our spires, like some obscene parabola,
measuring the elastic proliferation

of desire; when its snaking ambition,
ozone to molten core, is magnificent to the eye —
this many nations wide, this many fathoms deep —
capacious enough to engulf oceans,

continents, small orbiting moons, and the egos
of real-estate autocrats and media tycoons,
twitchy-fingered xenophobic politicians,
Botox-ed queens of reality television;

when we’ve stumbled into this epiphany

of absence, made humanity a parable,

who will teeter at the slanting rim and marvel?