Eight-line Poems

Zero

Zero

Zero is to modern math
a burning flame, the one true path,
there was a time when we had no nought,
from India we had it brought.

Now the Romans are over the hill,
they never knew the wonders of nil;
the number of our nothings grows
until we’re swimming in a sea of dough.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 06.25.23
Prompt: Zero.