No Names Left

There are softening shadows
advancing there – a whorling

pressure on us – coming back
are volant tempests [deniers

of auld moratoriums] – I will
cross on forever-thinning ice

to find rare things [necessary
to endure] – High-back chairs

will hold us up through it all –
my house’ll rattle [tin sheets

long-replaced any thatch] – a
water source is so important

in summer [in winter melted
snow will do] – From this spit

you can see all God’s cruelty
advancing – batten thoughts

& stoke that heat source – in
a last breath nothing is said

[sleep is for our dead] – take
a prop to block outer doors –

before that [nameless] storm
& her weights press upon us