Living in the oughts,
the deep-sixes, countless
deep.
       All that is decimated
already has a number,
something you can count on,
like “nasty, brutish,
short.”
       Bomblets,
                     terror ---
Tuesday in September.
A missing eleven,
a small fraction of
life, subtracted from
Earth’s collateral.

copyright,  © 2007 Eric Reymond