Terrific. It's terrible, the state of our wonderful sanctuary, isn't it? You write so well of desolation, Mike, I really admire your talent for dark poetry. The simplicity of the words you used, and the fact that you so isolated them and kept them powerful in a singular sense made the imagery impeccable and powerful. This is how zero-context poetry is supposed to be... an assortment of words that draws a definite picture.
I much like yours. Very dark and dreary, so bleak that it makes me grin. The sanctuary will be all well, Mike. It is not the popular stop, but we must remember that it is our haven, and for this reason, it will never be popular.
It is our small community within a large community, our exclusive club... keeping us all safe from the rain. And I, for one, shall always be here.
It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world.