Day 160: Insulate

We'll insulate these walls with people -- pack
'em by the floor-boards one by one and stretch
Some foil across the open door. The lack 
Of working heaters means we'll need to fetch
Some sheets from town to scrawl our sonnets on.
For ink, we'll use the dirt beneath our nails;
We'll streak it on the cotton and, come dawn,
We'll use the light to edit, making sails
From extra sheets and boats from extra people.
The expedition launches soon; by second
High tide, complete your stanzas, climb the steeple
And ring the bell:  the faithful writers reckoned
On Xanadu, declaimed for Darien,
And left; we pray they'll keep us warm again.