Numbers: The Death of Alberto Nisman

Yo Soy Nisman

Yo Soy Nisman by Haaretz on Twitter

“I depart for the great Maybe.” – François Rabelais 

The day Alberto Nisman died
Flowers broke his skull,
His eyes like prisms bent the light
And plenty burst from null.

The single truth a life secures
By simply being so
Unravels in a cloud of threads
Like severing a rope.

So Nisman’s height and date of birth,
His weight and street address,
Became the X in “solve for X”
In the moment of his death.

Death unmakes the certainties
Of those we leave behind,
A sin whose only expiation
Lies in faith and time.

 

 

Numbers is a weekly news commentary column in poetical form by Curt Hopkins. “Numbers” is an historic term for poetry, and also alludes to the numbers in programming. 

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Categories: Hackers, News, Numbers, Poems, Poetry

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  1. Beautiful

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