And finally, a poem entitled "Phosphorus".
When I was a kid, the tail end of my bike had a red reflector.
It glowed in the dark like the eyes
of a cat illuminated by the headlights of distant cars.
Tiny bits of phosphorus.
White phosphorus.
Illuminated the skies of Fallujah five years ago,
and now, infants are born there with two heads or without eyes.
I guess that's it.