In hands made
to heal, did the shaking
of a child’s delight become
monstrous crystal ball

Stalin
Hitler
Akazu

revealed
as snow settled

into blood
stains seeping
across continents,

and out
through your
fingers?

Did you
catch the shadows
in a father’s benevolent eyes?

Is that why,

Ana,

you lie cold
beneath the snow,

silenced by your
own hand?

He could not hide
in plain sight
from you