"malapartes" poems
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
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC