WINTER-LULL

Because of the silent snow, we are all hushed

Into awe.

No sound of guns, nor overhead no rushed

Vibration to draw

Our attention out of the void wherein we are crushed.

A crow floats past on level wings

Noiselessly.

Uninterrupted silence swings

Invisibly, inaudibly

To and fro in our misgivings.

We do not look at each other, we hide

Our daunted eyes.

White earth, and ruins, ourselves, and nothing beside.

It all belies

Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.

We are folded together, men and the snowy ground

Into nullity.

There is silence, only the silence, never a sound

Nor a verity

To assist us; disastrously silence-bound!