Poet's Choice

demand numbers to behave. Otherwise,

one places one digit out of place

and an entire world loses

equilibrium. Someone determines that

one number is the temperature to freeze,

someone else realizes another number brings water

to a boil, but someone got the math wrong

and -- now, if you'll allow me to dream --

the bombs pull us closer together

instead of separating the masses.

Working an equation is as tedious as a comedian

working a room, timing when to drop