'The Emperor of the Universe of pain <br />jutted his upper chest above the ice...' <br />—Dante Alighieri, The Inferno <br /> <br />Who fashioned him with burning hands of ice? <br />Who chiselled him out of the roofs of hell? <br /> And for what purpose and what price <br />in the blind black eye of what winter gale? <br /> <br />Who lodged this parsnip deep into his brain? <br />Who placed this foolish crown upon his head? <br /> And to whose profit and whose gain <br />in the wake of what wonder and what dread? <br /> <br />Who made him lord of his forsaken stare? <br />Who left him in this world of raspy cries? <br /> And unto whose will and whose care <br />in the long shadow of such sad, cold skies?<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snowman-7/
