For Louis Saint-Just, a Young Revolutionary
by Jonathan Friel

Eternal, impeccable chill
dawning and settling in unfathomable
blue eyes, blue
cold winds of insensitivity
and frosty passion.
Loyalty to a comrade corrupted by his own cause
binding these shimmering eyes
to a cast-away memoir of the people
at the bottom of the murky Seine.
Calculating features and dignified cruel intentions
severed by the blade of liberty
manufactured by the Age of Reason
and of Terror.