S.O.S.by April Ardis AndersonBlindsiding bellowsHurl serrated star shavings That gnaw and infect With cold On their way to oblivion Soul flesh is torn away Leaving open wounds for irritability, Frustration, and lack-o'-will; Freely given sacrifices to the great Hypothermia. Stepping off the barren expressway Suffocated by virgin ice, I venture three prints into the drifts, Pause on the fourth, Head cocked, listening. Groan. I catch a moan Out of tune with the Silence-extinguishing roar And anxiously await its siblings. None are conceived. Shrugging and dismissing it To disease-incited hysterium, I continue, About to honor the bleached soap flake marble With another rubbercut Identical to previous editions. But gut prevents, and With hovered apocalyptic boot, Mine head swivels too far For conservative neck. The body follows, twists, topples. For fear of being forgotten, Digested by the moistened down, I struggle for a more vertical pose and, incidentally, jack-nipped visage Meets sodden, black nylon glove. Now with focused caution After elevating to a penitent pose, I excavate the contorted caverns In possession of and around The flaccid five-headed hydra. Egads! Homo sapius! Erect on a horizontal slab With an orientation fit for the morgue! Yet grey forked tongue fingerlets Evade his stone isosceles nostrils. Candy-apple red ears Aged and weedishly growing Cannot devour every pesky fleck So in turn are swarmed, Their vacuousness filled. Sliding under covers beside him Then taking their place on top, I relieve the coat zipper of its duty Spread wide foreign fabric dryness And impose a plasmic rhythm on his. Soon, I know Soon, innately, Help in boisterous reassurance Shall parade in as An odd trinket in this no man's land. I'll take one last look At his clamshell eyelids And the silver moss That spans rampantly from Corner to crack of the granite. They'll come Shake my hand And with care Shove me aside; That is how it is. Until rescue, I'll blanket Won't let him be forgotten Unless I can slip away, too. Should all bury us both, Together we'll be warm. |
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