'The cock crows
but the owl knows
it is not time'
the reach of our nightmare
is at hand
we will not become the legend
but be legendary
for the noise
we make at the moment
of dull clarity
will define us
and they will hear
and they will wonder
and they will come observing
but the cinders will be cold
and they will know
the snow is no longer
beautiful
but deadly
my
what a big stick we swing