Rhymes Against Ruins

On Bombings and Apologies

I'm sorry, said the captain

After killing your wife

Upon maiming your children

And wrecking your life.

I'm sorry, he said,

The missile, it missed,

Then took a step back

when he sensed a clenched fist.

That damn missile went left

when it should have gone right

-It's so hard to see straight

in the middle of the night.

Dear X, know our country

did not want you dead.

That missile was meant

for your neighbor instead.