The lines one after the other
One below the other
The computer keyboard clicked
Outside
The cold the frost-laden cold
How cold these last three months
This new year,
This end of the old year
And still
Still
The lines one after the other
One below the other
Like column after column of red soldiers
Fall
Linear and horizontal
One column after one column
Till
Time shouts ‘Stop! ’ and then
Strew with red
Littered
The white snow
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