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Because of the silent snow, we are all hushed / Into awe. / No sound of guns, nor overhead no rushed / Vibration to draw / Our attention out of the void wherein we are crushed.
A crow floats past on level wings / Noiselessly. / Uninterrupted silence swings / Invisibly, inaudibly / To and fro in our misgivings.
We do not look at each other, we hide / Our daunted eyes. / White earth, and ruins, ourselves, and nothing beside. / It all belies / Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.
We are folded together, men and the snowy ground / Into nullity. / There is silence, only the silence, never a sound / Nor a verity / To assist us; disastrously silence-bound!