Toggenburg

Cheeks burn with icy wind,

Goggles molded into your skull.

Steaming up with breath.

    The

                                                                professionals 

                                                   Slalom                                                              around

                                                            you

                                                                  trying

                                                                  there     

                                                             hardest

                                                             not

                                                                   to

                                                                  ram

                                                            you.

                                                                         And

                                                       yet...

W I P E O U T

Head first, Right down the Chäserrugg, with snow, as bad as sand Sliding under protective layers. Seeping in chilling you to the bone.