The race of the God
Just cold
Just ice

And
The race I evolved into
Doesn’t bleed

I like this new race
The new breed I am
Cold, I am

Cold
But still hydration
Despite the God

Fallen ice
Is the drop in the back
It is what you see me as, only curtain

The God knows, holds
The future
Three

2012 © Jamie Lesley Plaatjes