Chancy

Chancy
Nothing Fancy

Down the chimney
Are you with me?
Flapping chamber
Darkened danger.

Waiting, listening,
Outside glistening,
For the moment
At the instance.

Sooty shackles
In the distance.
Black to white
Snow alight

Winter vein
Without restrain.
Thanks be to Jesus
And all the saints.

Some’s luck that is
Cept those that ain’t.
Along the crevice
For a breath,

Heat exhaustion
Met their death.
Made their bed.
Mined their manners.

Brick a brack
Mortar attack
Cozy coffin
Come here often?

Often enough
Once in awhile
To call his bluff
And Death beguile.