when the cold comes
when blinking hurts
when the wind chisels
through storm windows
and cleaves the rafters
when your breath cracks
when the ground is too
hard to dig another grave
it’s time
to grab your bag of tools
picks and saws and chippers
it’s time
to find yourself
a canyon of ice
to carve yourself
a bitter monument
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
when the cold comes
when blinking hurts
when the wind chisels
through storm windows
and cleaves the rafters
when your breath cracks
when the ground is too
hard to dig another grave
it’s time
to grab your bag of tools
picks and saws and chippers
it’s time
to find yourself
a canyon of ice
to carve yourself
a bitter monument
