Your hammer swings blow by blow,
Kicking up dust that falls like snow.
Little does your broken heart know,
The wedge has clipped so very low.

Touching the fragile sparkling ice,
Your fingers freeze to the not so nice.
Caught in the middle of the splice,
Your heavy wings pay the ultimate price.

And so we stand in the cold so bare,
Lying and pretending not to care.
Hammer up high and yours to bear,
When the final blow rings into the air.