I’ve started to think that death is like the number zero.
It’s absolute nothing.
We only have a name for it because of the matter around it.
It’s there because when we have something and then lose it,
We need a name.
Something to call nothing, because something existed.
Zero with no numbers ever, would have no name
Because when we do lose something, we require a name.
I don’t blame zero that I no longer have a number, but it’s reassuring that I do have something.
Zero.
3rd place
“Poem: 1-1” by Christian Tucker, Year 12 (John McGlashan College).