by Tom Bajoras

In the beginning there were numbers.
They hold up the world,
and the world they hold up is made of numbers.

Our galaxy has a hundred billion stars,
which is nothing compared to the universe.
Stars… lost in the numbers.

Under every rock—numbers.
In every breath—numbers.

There is nothing too big to be counted;
nothing too small to count.

A hundred million people today
stopped whatever they were doing
when they heard the news: another shooting—
the first question is: how many?

Lives… lost in the numbers.