The Frozen Thinker

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Weather had been mild
the eve before wet snow fell
then the sky cleared
and it got very cold
and that morning helping mother with her newspaper round
there was a layer of ice on top of the snow
that made it slippery!
the man sat on the steps in a yard
hand under chin
he had snow in his hair,
eyes were blue and open looking pensive.
Called mother
she looked and said what a shame,
in a tuck shop nearby they called the police
who came put a blanket over him
and carried him into the police van.
Never having seen death close up before
I asked mother many question
to shut me up she bought me a chocolate,
it was now clouding over
which meant it would be milder and more snow,
better hurry up and get the job done.