Zero

"Three is the number of those who do the holy work,
Two is the number of those that do the lovers' work,
One is the number of he who does perfect good
or perfect evil."

Zero is the hero of the underground
Faceless in labels,
Faithless in ties
Drugged up intelligence,
Empty bottles
Lies.

Zero is my long
Cold, pointless
Twenty-fours,
Washing blood and sperm and
Caked mud
In tepid showers
And sipping flat cider
And cold canned broth,
Binding seeping wounds
With torn cloth
And hoping
That tomorrow
Really will be different.
Crying into the reflected pools
Of yesterday.
Cringing in genuflection,
Praying with a scream
For something,
Somewhere,
Anything please.