Committed To Winter

There came no sun Unrecognized impeached the source No in time spring lifted us from sleeping And the icicle ink Wrote itself with frozen pens When the chill in the world Found there came no death in flames And now we have spoken with the tongues of snowflakes Low pressure in global zones Frozen in the fear of late Threat to the blizzard we are driven Howling in the winds destruction's vivisection of hate In silence we hear the screaming’s Ignoring the words of bitten teeth Speaking with the bitter bite of snow All we know of is the dangerous of cold All we know is the ice sheet From which this life has now evolved So we have chosen the numb rhythms of hail El tormenta by our own description Leaves the heart eaten by frost And deceptions of heat in the vocabulary of love If only a reminder would call to us Produce some blood in the hands of promise See how the suns of summer Are now for sale Too poor to help the fallen hero Too small to claim life But of gold and slavery’s redress By its influence of fragile Make the light drip to darkness Commit then to winters birth In the sniveling are these criticisms consumed As they lay their claim to insolence Ragged pest drunkards of a futures little worth Think you that we should know this subliminal ice This unspoken word on our haunted breath Wrapped as we are in shivers language of goose bumps An isolated crowd standing alone In the freezing of a storm Retire then to the crouching hearth The broken window and shattered floor Stones reflection of stolen warmth Bides the time depletion As insignificant flames burn to be blown out Weep for the wail of ancient skin This historical detention in the age of fear Committed to winter No in time spring will come to awaken us