---

in years,

in these bloody days

that weights

fall from a leaden sky

the scales are tilt

the plates are filled

with feasts of suffering

there is enough

ice to go around

there will be enough ice

for every last speckled man

rest assured

you will freeze

into a wide eyed

and forever old cube

until every day is blue

crossed in ice

nowaday's red reich

will embrace me

find me

and chalk me up

for a thousand more doses

additional pins

be grateful

we suffer for every man