Like soldiers in a row <br />They stand or rather, hang, <br />Trying to cling to life, <br />But they keep on slipping. <br />Their demise may be slow <br />Yet I know they must die <br />For their blood is dripping. <br />Drip by drip, drip by drip <br />Their short life slips away. <br />Some are lost in the heat of day <br />As true soldiers are lost <br />In the heat of battle. <br />The nighttime comes and they <br />Regroup, regain some strength. <br />Not many die at night <br />- But with the morning light <br />They must again be wary <br />For they are nothing more <br />Than icicles of February.<br /><br />Kim Barney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rooftop-stronghold/
