we clamber,

from inside the earth.

our frozen mother -

she is ours again.

her corpse is cold

still

unmoving

yet - perhaps, within her silence, is she screaming;

''YOUR CLAWS DIG DEEP

WITHIN MY VELVET SKIN''

are we deaf to her cries?

have we forgotten how to recieve noise

from our ages of silent treatment inside the crystal asylum?

we are cold

still

unmoving

bring warmth and unshackle us, my cousins,

for we bring glory for our frozen mother.