I have an 0
stuck in the ground
of my back yard:
black on an off-white metal plate,
15 x 8.
I bow to nothing, nought, zero, zilch,
nothingness.
I peck 0 often,
whether or not vexed,
to minimise to the max a text.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something may come from nothing, even an insignficant thing, like a zero.