i think i'll start things off with a poem

Ludwig pressed the button a little too late, a little past the designated coordinates.
No reason to panic: general area is protocol.
He had already turned around, was radioing base when the polished
festively painted missiles hit nearly a quarter mile off target
directly into the Cedars of God.
Lebanon’s last trees squealed, whooshed, burned in on themselves
exploded in despair and fizzled, in front of no one
who was busy putting out fires elsewhere.