We read our mail and counted up our missions —  
  In bombers named for girls, we burned  
  The cities we had learned about in school —  
  Till our lives wore out; our bodies lay among  
  The people we had killed and never seen.  
  When we lasted long enough they gave us medals;  
  When we died they said, "Our casualties were low."  
  They said, "Here are the maps"; we burned the cities.
"Losses," lines 21-28 - Losses (1948)























