Santiago. Society of the snow.

The mysterious Andes
Fasten your seatbelts
What’s a matter you scared
Uruguay seemingly
Will lives be spared
Crashed in the mountains
Broken in two
Chaos confusion
Death for a few

Silence,
eyes open
blood on the screen
Many are bleeding
The flying machine
Has crashed in the Andes
1972
The pilot is bleeding
A turn of the screw

It’s cold we are high up
Lost far away
The air it is freezing
Not a lot one can say
Lots of dead bodies
A half an hour to go
Friends everyone of them
Now so much snow

With a great
A white out
We shadows
crisp footprints all ours
Panting
the injured
It’s the first hours
Sorting the bodies
The dead on one side
The rest of us working
With wretched brows

Night came ,like crazy
Each curdling cry
A starlit anomaly
We must ask ourselves why
Our plane has crashed
Some of us died
Those of us living
They are denied

A true continuum
Using snow
to melt into water
Shouting from below
At aircraft above us
Who sail in the blue
Will anyone see us
Huddled below

Check out the injured
Everywhere snow
Solitude whispers
We have to know
Rescue our only hope
This awful terrain
A biting cold scimitar
Cuts into the brain

Fear
its just everywhere
No food to eat
Some eyes glazing over
The frozen will cheat
Will beat out a stanza
Think of the doom
Live for each other
This must not be our tomb

Starving we are dying
There’s protein outside
Lots of dead bodies
Don’t let’s be denied
We just have to butcher them
Desecrate soul
Cut slices off of them
Take back control

The wind is so dangerous
The hand baggage full
Of life giving remnants
We now must pull
Together for all of us
Must somehow get through
Stare over the incline
Seeing what we must do

Boys and girls prostrate themselves
That’s what we do
Out of desperation and fear
It is true
Friends come together
Suffering so
Some friends have died
With little to show

High in the mountains
It is the extreme
Remembering pictures
We have all had that dream
But now we are up here
Drowning in cold
With a vile freezing wind
Somehow
to behold.

Some kind of outcome
Fear on our faces
Someone must search for us
In all sorts of places
The rule of 3
3 minutes without air
By zone
3 Days with water
3 months without food

Huddled and shivering
Protein outside
Living or dying
Survival
Piss black
7 days without food
Eating cigarettes
Suckin boot laces
Shivering
People are dying
People are trying
Madness is kicking in
Delirium. Too
Some say just eat me
If death comes before, you
a modicum of blackness
Desolate darkness
Damaging disparate
Butchering corpses
Watching the sky
We found a radio
Hope springs eternal

Chilean airforce
No survivors have ever been found
Fight for life
Tail of plane look for batteries
Night traps us
Golden sky
Break out of the ice covering
Mountains resists
Must eat
No place for vegans

Day 17 fifth day of storm
The muse surfaces rhyming slang
Avalanche hits us
In this snow and ice we shudder and cry
The cabin full up with snow
It’s easier to close our eyes and just die

Break out of packed ice
Another avalanche
More dead
Depths of dejection
30/10
Irreverence
Intimidation
Breathing is getting harder
Laugh and cry
Let’s cry

Let it go
71 days ago survivors
Helicopters arrived

I cried with at the end athoughmits just a film
Wreckage blowing 22/12/1972
Our story we were all actors
A miracle
Home coming crowd
What happened on the mountain
Cameras microphones
Doctors
What do they see
Skeletal bodies
Grime on our skin
Heroes of the Andes
Came back from death to unite with their fathers and mothers
Girl friends
And their children
We looked into the mountains ad all we saw was snow
The answer is on you
Keep taking care of each other