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Simply Man

by robert-andrews

Winters depth was cold.... sharp..... and bright. Saturday was pristine...... endless and white Ice cream! It was our destination! Miles hence as flies the crow 'cross frozen wastes in boot deep snow Leroy Roberta and I We were Invincible to the temperature that squeaked the dinted snow, and made ice groan. Fingerlings on tree branch ends popped like corn We were Invincible.... We ignored! Ice Cream! Ice Cream! Ice Cream! A single minded mission held by three Forging scars in a world un-marred. Virgin world for us but for snow no more. Imprinted with our mark No worldly hurdle would keep us from this dream Ice and Cream! We were Foot soldiers subtracting distance, in a mimes frozen vision of a frosty silent world Undaunted, onward we tread. Invincible as Gods. Superior to man, As I've said. We reached the river. Our path behind, a thread. It tied us to such comforts as food and warmth and bed. We met the ice fearless Our souls skimming cloud tops Boundless in our self belief Far greater than the confined dimensions of what was real Our Ice Cream dream secure Leroy Roberta and I That deep freezer freeze Held for years or so it seemed Stealing the breath of days uncounted Each memory hanging in the air that Christmas break Suspended Like a frigid ornament or the unchanging face of death. Chiselled in my mind That river... a congealed unmoving hibernating vein Single file we forded with a mine field mentality Our Ice Cream destination drove us on The river screamed aching bones rubbed together by the weather moaned and heaved Tortured sounds like chambered souls escaped from the dungeon of the river bed wailing like the forgotten damned The forever dead Ice Cream.... Ice Cream.... Ice Cream.... We were Gods! We would not stop for the damned and the dead! But There!.... There! ....There! There collapsed the Godly dream! River ripped wide, an unholy seam! Shore to shore! Between my feet! And all those souls boiled Fleeing from the depths for their escape! Roberta my twin and Leroy my friend, like snowshoe rabbits never felt that breath and ran! I FELL ! I fell that day... clinging to my life death beneath my feet so wet I clutched! I grabbed! I crawled! I scratched! Fingers digging deep! Away, away, away, I inched from that hell made especially for me. Saucer eyed and transfixed my Twin and Friend overcame! grasped my wrist and stole me from my end and there we were Him and Her and me and yet... we could not leave. One Christmas boot was gone as was the ice cream dream Tantalizing That boot seemed to balance where the water boiled icy cold Hells rift gloating open Its blood exposed Boot there dancing ghoulish, on the seam And so we lay prone upon the ice A now less than Godly chain Roberta grabbing for my boot A prize of value above worldly gains She snatched that boot and made quick retreat, We were defeated soldiers Him and her and me We followed our string t'ward comfort waiting warm and safe, Secure. Serene. Death had not beaten us. Nor the wrath of Gods Not even that river where hell escaped could claim that mighty deed No! No! No! It was a much hotter fire! A colder ire! The punishment of "Mom!" Our Ice cream dream died that day as did something else I no longer walk among the Gods A diminished view of self Never again would I place my boot within the world of men Immortal and invincible Now I am... simply just a man Roosty
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