Up in the north the sky’s a brassy red,
as signal of this monstrous storm’s approach,
whilst we experience a mounting dread
although we still have water and soft bread
enough to keep our planning from reproach.
Up in the north the sky’s a brassy red,
while on this hillock all the truth’s been said,
we are just noting that the clouds encroach
whilst we experience a mounting dread.
We chose to stay, although our neighbors fled,
the basic fact is one we need not broach:
Up in the north the sky’s a brassy red
informing us that what we fear’s ahead,
as ineluctable as swift cockroach,
whilst we experience a mounting dread
feeling the weight of air as hard as lead
on our stiff shoulders, sensing storm approach.
Up in the north the sky’s a brassy red,
whilst we experience a mounting dread.
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