They shot another one of us today.
And a storm is rising just beyond the horizon line –
a great wave of snow, sleet, and ice.
Ice I fear the most.

Another man is dead in the street.
And this storm will bring downed lines –
many will be warmed by wood stoves and generators.
I feel so damn alone.

They shot him today in Minneapolis.
And even though they will repair the lines –
the ice always melts and we always recover,
people without power will die.

A year ago, I drew a line
and said I would not give in to fear.

How many lines will they be allowed to cross –
before I can say I am terrified.