Even Ice

 

Three brothers made of ice

opined it might be nice
to cuddle till they felt it.

And so they huddled tight –

until their close proximity
insured adjoining segments

of them melted. Three

were now becoming one.
This wasn’t really fun.

They soon were sick

with dreams of slaughter –
through the prospect

of obliterating into liquid

water. We’re not lying.
Even ice is scared of dying.









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