If you try to divide by zero,
it will split like broken glass.
It will shatter in shards,
And leave behind it a void.
It envelops your eraser shavings,
Your broken lead,
The blood from your paper cuts,
All your sins and vices
And the numeral above.
If Johnny cuts a pie into zero pieces,
he is never seen again.
His house disappears from the street
His name from the birthday board
And no one remembers him.
Nina doesn’t get a slice,
Mary doesn’t get a slice,
Kevin doesn’t get a slice,
And Johnny definitely doesn’t get a slice.
If you divide your mind by zero,
you see strange things.
Figures, shapes, wrong colors,
Light and dark in the sky
And bleeding grass.
You see a blank ceiling
And you see Johnny and his pie,
And your eraser shavings,
And nothing,
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