ICE

Ice

Howl howl
Ginsberg once cried
Longing but hopeful
Into the cool crooning night
And we listened
Some
Not enough,
But we listened.
Now too few howl

The silence has crept in
Moloch has won
The night that once,
Simply appeared long,
Shall never end.
Frost was wrong,
This world shall not end in fire
For ice is far worse,
Killing you slowly,
Ever,
For death, shouldn’t be what we fear
It should be this.