The Freezing AirA Poem by Tina Kline
There’s heat on the freezing air A sweet sickly warmth Drifting in from somewhere The snowy landscape hides much But what’s been by is revealed The snow shows it’s been touched
He sniffs at the freezing air Seeking the warm taste It’s coming from somewhere over there Something has died during the night He smiles and licks his cold lips He can see it on the snow so bright
He can feel it on the freezing air Death whispers with a raspy pain But for the dead he does not care Through the snow he easily travels He comes upon the snowy blood scene The mystery quickly unravels
It’s spelled out clearly on the freezing air The pond is full of crimson blood Others have come to the snowy pond to share To partake of the warm sweet red liquid Down on their knees they lap and suck They satiate their hunger from a scene too vivid
On the freezing air they come and go But the snowy blood pond never dries It shimmers in its snowy bed as the cold wind blows They gather one by one on the pond’s snowy bank Drinking the crimson liquid of life And giving their dark gods endless thanks
© 2011 Tina KlineReviews
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