Poems by Richard Epstein. Not much commentary, only one picture (sorry, Alice), and little disruption: just a place to find poems by Richard Epstein
The average of all the dead was 6—
Hundreds of infants and some fogies. Mix
In young adults, a couple spawning males,
And do the math. Disaster never fails
To be absorbed by numbers. Science saves
And sanitizes. Just count up the graves.
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