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Laurel Kruger ‘22 7KLV LV D ERQĂ€UH IRU WKH GHDG DQG IRU WKH XQGHDG WRR For those who watched their lives crack and groan and crash into the sea :KR ZDWFKHG WKHLU OLYHV ZDVK DZD\ LQ D Ă DVK RI OLJKW D QHJDtive held up to the sun which had to be ruined in order to be seen Who died like a photograph of a long-gone summer, golden and frozen and slipped between the pages of a lost book Who died like spoiled food, disposed-of and forgotten Who died like termites upon fumigation Who died like czars, stiffened bodies adored by the masses Who died like wet cardboard Who died like seasons Who died like once-great glaciers Who watched those glaciers melt. Those who live in glass houses should throw no stones, but those who live in ice should all be pyromaniacs. Why not? Our ice houses are already destined for far-away rivers anyway The wolves may threaten to blow your house in And they could, with persistence But wolves never have that kind of patience, to melt those ice walls so gradually with their breaths After a while, they will disappear into the woods Leaving you and your sinking castle behind 7KLV LV D ERQĂ€UH IRU WKRVH ZROYHV Who tried their bests, for a little while 40
