It soon became apparent
the mountains were impassable.
There was talk of a cave
when survivors returned disheveled
incoherent, babbling.
A scrap of paper
torn from a clenched fist,
and other signs of dominance.
“I vant you to as vell.”
The sun will be up soon
and we can begin our descent
exaggerating selfless examinations.
INSTANT NOODLES 