Puffed up peaks
were a Kit-Kat loaf
covered with unsweet
icing sugar;
ready for aproned sunshine
to slice it.
Trees sagged
and grunted
under the back-breaking
flour bags of snow.
Breathless
they cursed and waited
for sunrays
to lift their burden.
The weak-eyed sun
peered through the curtained sky
on to the papery whiteness
She blinked;
then went back
to fetch her reading glasses.
Mud huts sprouted
on the vastness;
a rash of blackheads
on the heavily-powdered
face of a woman.
Red wide-horned cows
plonked belly-deep in quilt
like famished bed bugs;
some snorted steamy defiance
to the scowling sky.
Birds huddled helplessly
against the whiplashing wind;
and raised their frozen feeble voices
in protest to the skulking sun.
No tribesmen
ventured out.
They were marooned
in their hearthless huts
by the vast white sea.
They clinged like drowning gorillas
chained in cold steel cages.
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