In response to terror warnings in 2003, many Americans wrapped their homes with
plastic and duct tape, some so completely that their families died of asphyxiation.

First the windows. If you see light, air can get in. Ah, the duct
tape rip, the stick that fixes
anything. Burn a match by any
cracks and watch for smoke to blow.

Tape shut our mouths, x-out
the children’s eyes. Refugees on TV
run from shells—one carries
a dead child. Another covers
the lens with his hand. Turn it off. Did you

sleep well, dream blithely through
or choke one another for the final breath?