The ______ iced east winds that knive us.
merciless
Worried by silence, _____ whisper
sentries
But nothing ______.
happens
We hear the mad gusts _____ on the wire,
tugging
Like a dull rumour _ __ ___ __.
of some other war.
______ ____ of grey
Shivering ranks
Pale flakes with fingering stealth come _____ for our faces-
feeling
Is it that __ __ ___?
we are dying