The trees are still today
Denuded of leaves
Seemingly apprehensive.
Squirrels gather nuts —
Against the coming storm.
The big freeze will fill
The hospitals.
People seek warmth
Seal windows
Door frames
Kick against disease
Poverty: defences disintegrate
Cold seeps in.
Dogs bark forlornly
Left to fend for themselves.
We begin not to recognize
Any common humanity
Just competitors
Who eat, steal heat,
Try not to collapse or sob or grow old.
Can you save me from the coming war?
Will the lord command
Peace and food and heat?
Answer was there none.
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