Memorias promemoria

Would you please put down that
telephone
We´re under fifteen feet of pure
white snow

Is anybody
Out there please?
It´s too quiet in here
And I´m beginning to freeze
I´ve got icicles hanging
From my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

(N. Cave 2001)