I brought into the warmth
An ice-encaséd node of life
A life from the cold, that had needed the ice to survive.
I fed it, warmed it, thawed the ice
Watched it grow, unfold
Into a lively happy little node
And I stood, powerless to stop my companions
As they poured on the acid
Broke the node, flayed its skin
And bragged to each other about the deed they had done.

I'm sorry...

Written 1984, when I was 14. Unlike most of my poetry, this is actually fiction.