Yetis blow their grunts to the cold winds
and have conferences with their invincible subject
in the snow white ambience ghosts warm ghosts
with wisps of hot air exhaled in life affirming guise
the cloudy mist of hollowed rulers of arid snow storm

In the vastness of the opaque landscape
frozen yetis with frozen thoughts chip icy malediction
sparkling wastes in  the ice world of the cold blooded
mired in the imaginations of snow blindness delusions
minds now just icebergs floating in mushy ***** ice floes

These abominable snow people or yetis to most
seem forever yet to find joy in anything they see or know
hairy furs and eyes like coloured ices of alpine shades
they mutter tales of forlorn doom and cold despair of woes
in the insipid whiteness of shivering lives, woes in them glows

Do not talk of happiness and lives real and sincere
for what in icy cold hearts, knows of warmth and sunshine
the spirits soars in light and reaches out in bright honest clouds
while the abominables seek dark caves and huddle in pale laments
beings devoid of souls like cold blooded fish with no memories

If you're ever in the Arctic do not stop and listen
for howling in the west wild winds you'll hear frozen minds
bloodless creatures full of anguish wailing of loneliness and cold
bitterness runs cold in veins of toxic cold blood and hairs in faces
and the males suffer with appendages that are small and inactive