Malapartes frozen monuments,
the icy "traffic cops" pointing the way to Moscow
point out to  me how far we have not come.

Curzio's wounded moose
bleeding life upon the icy lake
attending medics fussing in concern.
Hypocrisy? Compassion?

Shall our Fate mimic that  of
The Horses of  Ladoga.
Panicked as the phase shift of our barbarity
encapsulates us in the ashes
of this most wonderful contrasting
world