Lawrence Joseph - So Where Are We?

So where were we? The fiery
avalanche headed right at us—falling,

 

flailing bodies in midair—
the neighborhood under thick gray powder—

 

on every screen. I don’t know
where you are, I don’t know what

 

I’m going to do, I heard a man say;
the man who had spoken was myself.

 

What year? Which Southwest Asian war?
Smoke from infants’ brains

 

on fire from the phosphorus
hours after they’re killed, killers

 

reveling in the horror. The more obscene
the better. The point at which

 

a hundred thousand m...