Silent Travelers

SILENT TRAVELERS

ENCASED IN AN ENDLESS WINTER, THE HOWLS
OF WOLVES AND COYOTES: THE CALLING OF THEIR
PACK; A MERCILESS SOUNDS SENDING SHIVERS
THAT RATTLES BONE, S CAUSING TEETH CHATTERING
ONLY HELD TOGETHER BY AN INDESCRIBABLE 
LONELINESS. FILLED WITH A LIFELESS NOISE.

THAT BINDS US, IMMOBILIZING, THEY ARE LISTENING;
THOSE GHOSTS OF FORGOTTEN AGE; ANTIQUATED
AND WATCHFUL, THEIR PRESENCE HUMS A DISTANT,
HOLLOW. WE TOO ARE STRANDED HERE:
OUR LAST KNOWN POSITION IS UNKNOWN.
WITH ICICLES HANGING FROM OUR NOSE
AND TOES, FROSTBITE GNAWING AT OUR
FLESH HANGING LIKE A BROKEN SCAFFOLD.

THE PAIN IS UNRELENTING AND YET IT LINGERS
UNJUSTIFIED, IT’S AN INFECTION WITHOUT CAUSE
A WOUND WITHOUT END:
AND SO THE CYCLE TURNS, A CRUEL BREAKING 
POINT TAUNTING THE SOLDIERS, DISMANTLING 
THE POET: A HAUNTING OF THE PHILOSOPHER.
SEEKERS YEARN FOR THIS UNIMAGINABLE PLACE.

THEIR OFFERING IS FIERCE SAVAGE: TWISTED
WIRES; THE AIR FROZEN A BITTER 95 DEGREES
FAHRENHEIT. THIS IS OUR VIOLENT HOUR,
WHERE LONGING BLEEDS ICICLE, AS WE MOURN
OUR FALLEN COMRADES.
THE EARTH YELLS BACK, WILL THIS SHIT EVER
ENDS. 
YET HERE, IN THE HEART OF ISOLATION:
Loneliness slowly UNRAVELS US.
WE WAIT; FOR A THAW, A REPRIEVE:
ONLY TO GRIND TO AN ABRUPT HALT.