Exposure

• in the merciless iced east winds that knife us


  Personification
• we hear the mad gusts tugging on the wire

  Like twitching agonies of men among its brambles


  Image of suffering
• Pale flakes with lingering stealth come feeling for our faces


  Nature as enemy
• Shutters and doors all closed : on us the doors are closed


  Abandoned society
• The burying party... Pause over half-known faces. All their eyes are ice


  Frozen
• But nothing happens


  Thorn line