Sleep and snow
And rain so cold
It fell from every virtue
For timber is kind
and slate feigns indifference
the worst of which
we bind to
My kin, my fame
my life of shame
Of all
the worst is trying to
Debunk, erode
make weak
the words I speak
for they were all but
blind to
the frost, beneath / a hearth still glows,
Still deep, the ember signs true
Yet frost will kill what fire saves—
Its breath turns warmth to milieu.
So, stone may claw
and brambles climb
I must beseech, implore you
That sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will always burn through
"A Poem by O.K. Thieves"