Craig Wood

Icy Battlefield

Against the frozen mirror
Are tiers of wounded birds.

Breath crystallizes.
And with a set and a bend,
The puck drops.

The war begins.

The armored marauders
Charge with wooden spears.

All for cold, black rubber.




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