None survived.
The platoon had forgotten
the fable of the patient fox, waiting
for the night’s sudden
drop to zero.
A minute is all it takes
and the white lake is dotted in stars
already frozen red,
and the blown feathers of ducks.
Just their feet left
still standing there, webbed hard
into the trap-ice.
This Issue
February 11, 2010
This Issue
February 11, 2010
