In the science of intimidation
Introduce a process of elimination
Last to stand will own.

Here our mountains know
Millennia of survival
Imitate your rivals
Teeth rotten to the bone.

Where to the dead the living go
Up around the edges
And along a winding road.

Cabin by slope station
Three days from salvation
Footsteps betrayed our arrival
The trip lines lay exposed
And there the trail ran cold.

Returning to our comfort
Of bed and breakfast murders
Shakes, fries, burgers
We couldn't know
What was to unfold.

Was black as a good bible
And how we all stood idle
Iron feet cursed through the snow
Churning in the foothills
Billowing our toll
But evil rides in on laughter
Leaves you reeling in disaster
Cry slow

The caviar kept cold
In the end we all remembered
How drums forecast December
By February,
Quietly we froze.

Come spring we grew thin in numbers
At the hands of men once brothers
Held high,
Fists closed.

I remember where children used to play
Making men more noble of hard packed snow
And still,
Like to think it so.