People of the world, we are not in charge.

Today the cold prospered.

And though some of us resisted,

our rise against is mostly in vain.

At least, so the sane accept.

For one tried I to fight it briefly.

Padded some snow together

and threw it back at the sky.

But, you know, nature has gravity on its side.

Us? We have bombs.

I suppose they could blow apart

- with aplomb -

the earth as we know it.

but Snow, water, earth, rain or silt

Would still live upon it.

Some of us, we mourn the first days

The hardest some say of decades.

To get new plans and actions into being

Being beings who expect to succeed

Or laze with relative ease.

But. People of the world,

we are not in charge.

And today I learnt that

in every carriage

elements can simply faint the hard working.

And shirks of duty and disobedience

of the planet, aren’t clever

as we understand.

So I padded together some letters

And threw them at a board with hands.

Because today the cold prospered.