Your face turns a deathly pale
As winter bleeds through
Your fingernails and toes.
The bodies that were drowned before
Have lost their color, soaked in
All that couldn't last
But even they do not look back.
The ones that see the tops of trees
Leaving what they know as home
To dodge the deadliest attack
But never once do they look back.
Some of them strip themselves to bone
And risk the snapping sounds of death
For just the chance to live again.
While others dig their graves for warmth,
Waiting inside a starving hole
For the future coming fast
And even then they don't look back.
But you and I and all we are,
With arrogance of mind and heart
Will stab each other from behind.
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