A Thousand Monkeys
A man stepped into another cold morning
Human fog glistened 
Human skin turned as red as blood
A woolen cap was pulled over his ears
Melton gloves covered his hands
He looked up and down the street and saw no one,
But he heard the sound of footsteps made louder by the slowing molecules of the cold
He heard more steps, like an army, but saw no faces, no human forms
For a moment he felt fear, but that passed with the gust of wind that sang like an icy whistle
Then he heard more frozen steps…louder and louder…but still no human forms
He heard the cries of screaming death, of gunfire
Then a thousand clouds of human steam rose up past the street lights and ascended into the disappearing night sky
The man pulled off his cap
He pulled off his gloves
He cupped his ears and then held his eyes, then covered his mouth like Nikko snow monkeys
That night he sat in a steamy bath and feared he saw evil but could not speak its name