By Kristin Richardson Jordan
Bell Martin Garner and Brown haunt us like snowflakes
Each unique though none of them new…
They’re that type of snow that swarms around you in windy 30 degree temperatures
While you take shallow breaths.
Most are too numb to notice
Still, the cold is relentless.
Built on chilly well-bought degrees
And those meant to be prison fodder.
Politicians who pretend to shiver with fury
And activist who get paid to trend the next news story
Well-funded attempts to freeze heated unrest
# Most are too numb to protest
There’s no exact temperature at which we freeze to death
It just comes as a slow drowsiness,
numbness before loosing consciousness
And so living really is for the painfully bold
As to survive you must first feel the cold