Poem: ‘The Zero Point’
Jorie Graham, 15 August 2024
burns its small holein the tentwhere 3 lines on paperhave just been written down,
the pen is lifting offas the missilehits, the zero pointwhere you call
into the face ofyour childwhich does not move,the zero
of its lid you’re pushing up
seeking the gaze –just lookat me, lookback at me its father is
screaming, the zerowhere he only findsa hand, a partof the arm, where he picks them up...