Because of the silent snow, we are
all hushed
Into
awe.
No sound of
guns, nor overhead no rushed
Vibration
to draw
Our
attention out of the void wherein we are
crushed.
A crow floats past on level
wings
Noiselessly.
Uninterrupted silence swings
Invisibly,
inaudibly
To and fro
in our misgivings.
We do not look at each other, we
hide
Our
daunted eyes.
White
earth, and ruins, ourselves, and nothing beside.
It all
belies
Our
existence; we wait, and are still denied.
We are folded together, men and the
snowy ground
Into
nullity.
There is
silence, only the silence, never a sound
Nor a
verity
To assist us;
disastrously silence-bound!