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Click hereIron skies and winds of ice
Huddled against the deepening cold
Long corridor of stretching winter
Creeping along under hammering rain
Drifting walls of relentless snow
Feet numb lumps of flesh
Unresponsive traitorous legs
Fight to keep upright
Trudge on through silent storm
Frozen flakes of death falling
Rain frozen across cheeks and brow
Clothes soaked through
Core temperature dropping
Organs failing fast
No more source of warmth
Dawn coming without hope
Sunlight itself devoid of heat
A day only slightly
Less hellish than its twin
That empty encroaching night
Soulless howling winds
Stealing away what heat
And little life it finds
Winding through dying crowds
Shocked shell of man
The shaking soon to cease
A pallor of death clear
Easy to see the soon dead
No longer cringing when wind blows
Little cover and less shelter
Exposure in all ways
Unprotected and unseen
Left to survive if possible
Left to fend for your self
Another black night
Another dark day
Another fight for hours
Another minute won
Another downpour ignored
Frozen dawn again finds
Helpless victims diminished
More cut down
Every minute a sickle
Claiming the survivors
One by one
And in droves
Iron skies and winds of ice
Huddled against the deepening cold
Long corridor of stretching winter
Should I really analyse this poem before reading Helping Mickey ? Or are they independent of each other ?
This one also exisits on two levels... Iron skies? where have I seen that before?
#4 on my list of didn't want to see, as subject matter
this line:
Unresponsive traitorous legs
while being something to watch out for on the normal course of writing, fits exactly the material
wise to cut off Another...at 5. usually 3, but fits the material
Soulless howling winds
Stealing away what heat
consider condensing to
Stealing howling winds
forget heat, it's not there anyway
You may want to read Shackleton's book, if you haven't done so, best done when it warms up.