Weather You Young

Arctic air on your first snow day. 

You never knew how harsh the wind can be.  

How it can crack your lips, 

Freeze your eyelashes, 

Bloody your fists, 

And get our mum to wrap you up so tight 

That you can barely breathe 

Through thick Everest coating. 

We fight with dragon breath,

Blowing white plumes 

of smoke and vapour.

I roar and you roar.

Warm air hangs cold

And because we are ancient,

our fire freezes.

I tell you that I won’t be getting older

And if we weren’t related,

We wouldn’t be friends.

I tell you that the wind belongs 

To Jack Frost and his goblins

And if we do not fight they will steal it all.

Our family, our home, our lives, everything.

And you believe me. Thank you.

Because these plainclothes men are not men at all

But goblins. 

And they will take and take and take

If we do not tend to our fire-frost breath,

If we cannot make snowmen with our bare hands.

We must fight with flames and ice,

Bloody broken fists and biting rage.

We must be strong.

These men wish to take our lives,

And use them as salt for their frozen pathways.