Exposure

• "Our brains ache in the merciless iced east winds that knive us"
• "Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous, But nothing happens"
• "Watching, we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire, Like twitching agonies of men (...) What are we doing here?"
• "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 (...) is it that we are dying?"
• "Shutters and doors , all closed: on us the doors are closed. We turn back to our dying (...) for love of God seems dying"
• "Tonight, His frost will fasten on this mud and us,Shrivelling many hands, puckering foreheads crisp."