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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The grid failed first~ then the pipes burst their seams, weeping silver tears down frozen walls. The night groaned under the weight of frozen sky a thousand fractures in the power lines~ silent screams of transformers dying. Darkness engulfed the Lone Star State, gnawing at the edges of counties and cities. But the men came anyway, their gloves split by the cold, boots cracking ice like thin bones. No heroics, just work~ Men in orange vests moved like ghosts through glassy, slick streets their breath leaving them in ragged clouds, each one a prayer for warmth. Linesmen dangled like marionettes from poles slick with betrayal fingers numb, breath curling in shattered puffs stitching light back into the sky one frayed wire at a time. Blue lights cut through the sleet~ not for crime, but for warmth for the woman shaking in her car with a newborn, engine dead as stone. The police traversed the streets, tires spinning on invisible black ice, their cruisers sliding like doomed ships, flashlights cutting through the gloom where families huddled under blankets, where an old man’s oxygen machine sputtered silent. The fireman’s axe didn’t care about the cold~ only the door it shattered, the grandmother inside still clutching her rosary. Firemen across the state kicked in doors, their axes swung against ice-clogged hydrants, each strike ringing hollow in the frozen air. Somewhere in East Texas, a lone fireman’s breath hung in the air~ white flag of exhaustion as he hauled another body from a house without heat. The child in his arms didn’t shiver. Not anymore. All night, the wind screamed. All night, these men did not stop. In the morning, as the thaw crept in, some slept in trucks, some drank bad coffee from a thermos, some stood staring at downed lines~ weary, yes, but still standing. They were not gods~ just men with wives who texted be safe, whose children didn’t understand why they had no heat and why lights stayed off. No monuments would bear their names, but for a week, these men were the only thing between Texas and the abyss.
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