Exposure

• "Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us ..."
• "Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous,"
• "Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire,"
• "The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow..."
• "Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence.

  Less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow,"
• "Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces-"
• “Slowly our ghosts drag home: glimpsing the sunk fires, glozed

  With crusted dark-red jewels; ..."
• "Since we believe not otherwise can kind fires burn;"
• "Tonight, His frost will fasten on this mud and us,"
• "The burying-party, picks and shovels in their shaking grasp,

  Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice,"
• "But nothing happens." (Repeated throughout)