Mercedes Lawry The 2River View, 9.3 (Spring 2005)
Nine Botanists Starve in Stalingrad Listen to the Poem

The wolf came out of the ice.
The men diminished slowly, was it
one at a time? Imagination was the nature
of their hunger, and then their death.
The seeds stayed safe, heritage and hope.
Eventually, wheat, corn, potatoes.
Science is neither benign nor malignant.
It goes on without nourishment,
becoming fields of marvelous green.

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