Atop the iceandrock—who knew we’d reached too far to one side of each other? how could we? Cold in our suspicions. Dressed as snowmen arms outstretched as far as sleeves allow the woodstarved season lying in collapse, the snow in temperatures degrading the chill that leads to early freeze. To vultures The proof in coma— who knew   the nature of the frozenwater? The wandering. Our boots like hooves