the men cast their papers
strangely to the side
waited for ice to crack, all this salt
seems bound to make a difference.
the looks on their faces
told the women otherwise and so
it was this, a standoff and a museum.
see the ice queen and her collection
see the dreamworlds she creates.
the men want in, the women too.
there are patterns in the snow
deep fissures, fault lines
much blame to spread
each rabbit jumps in time to the
beating of the sun
on cloudy days, they run
some of them are teachers
they too will fight.
the men cast their pencils
down and out. when they mention
kingdoms and thrones, chessboards
know that monarchs hide in gravel
wars are fought at home
the men all fight for honor
but the war's already won.
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