Iron goes back to the earth when it is no longer required for war. It evaporates. It puckers in the fog. Rust becomes both hollow pustule and hard blooms. When the fighting and the waiting for the fighting is done, the leftovers go the way of pestilence and famine, half poached and half made, like art, become brief flowers on an old grave.
—Thanks to the National Geographic Society; Arctic Institute of North America; Columbia University; National Science Foundation (2016)