Vinculum

We arrived. We observed.
We drew a line to tie
What we had to divide,

And then we crossed over
That line, gained dividends
Of all kinds, larger than

Whatever divisors
Divided us, only
To die on the far side.

Just kidding. Don’t worry.
We didn’t die. Numbers
Are words for what never

Dies, nor do any words
Actually die. We glide
Over whatever line

You might draw to divide
Being something, quantum,
Quantity, an essence,

Some kind of existence,
And then you can’t see us.
We don’t die. We can hide.

We can leave, not observe.
Stay our side of the line.
Make us live; then we’ll die.