Linh Dinh's "Continuous Bullets over Flattened Earth," astutely describes the divisions of war as a subtraction. "I went as one and came back as two./I went as one and came back as zero." His second poem, "A Super-Clean Country," is riotous and insightful, closing with a Bukowskian rant but I found his Contributor's Note greatly detracted from the merits of his writing.
"Continuous Bullets over Flattened Earth"
The Best American Poetry 2007
