I think of numbers like
A count of breath is life
Sometimes we subtract
One from two leaving the one
A soul, lonely like
A bird on the housetop
Whose fate is a vulture
in the waste places
And other times we add
One plus one equals to one
David\'s rib into Bathsheba
A banquet of roses and daisies
Sometimes too we multiply
X times Y of a mighty King longing for
The arrival of Sheba from a city
On longitude X times latitude X
Before a naming ceremony begins
Even division deceives no destiny
Two divided into two
One going to her mother\'s house before night fall
The other thinking why just a
Little lie belittled a house of four