Living, alone, alone,
Past the charred silos, past the hidden graves
Of Chippewas and Norwegians.
This cold winter
Moon spills the inhuman fire
Of jewels
Into my hands.
Dead riches, dead hands, the moon
Darkens,
And I am lost in the beautiful white ruins
Of America.
RUSSIA RESUMING COLD WAR-ERA BOMBER
FLIGHTS CLOSE TO U.S. SHORES
In response to NATO's "anti-Russia inclinations," the Kremlin
will resume its Cold War-era practice of sending long-range
bombers to patrol the western Atlantic and eastern Pacific,
Russia's defense minister announced Wednesday.
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