The immediate after-gasp chill
Alien shock rimes crisp like frost
Frozen features white, immobile.
Silence signals an I empty of response
Sitting waxwork still
Amidst arctic storms
Of ash and hush.
How long had you suckled
Your sickly wish to see me shock-eyed
Looming over disasterīs dashboard
White-knuckled, and, for once,
Completely uncontrolling?
