We live on a hill.
The rain ruins the lives of
The people below.
We sneak in at night to
Steal shoes of the dead.
We've got a winter to
Get through ahead.
Some of us succumb to
The snow anyhow.
And people from below
Wait for the hints of
Melting snow to steal
Bones of our dead.
They need them to build
Shelters against the next
Rain that's due.