In the concentration camp of Time
We all froze:
The hoar of the north gale blew
Merciless
Pitiless:
Under its gelid hand-scepter thawed
All our younger enthusiasm and our sex:
Our eyes nigh to blind
With the somber blizzard of dread
The neighing of the blizzard turned
More violent to howling:
Before us
Lay a thousand corpses yet in blood
That stained the snow
The white snow.
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