Anechoic Chamber

A quick search on 

Google 

Mashable 

How Things Work 

And Wikipedia 

Informs me 

That there are 

Tiny ancient ghost-spirits 

Hiding in the hollow caverns 

Of falling snow 

That swallow sound 

In a stormy 

Savage 

Hunger

Eating 

Ravenously 

Din 

And noise 

And pitch 

Of traffic 

Birds 

And children’s voices 

Gone were these 

Leaving 

A DEAFENING quiet 

Over the 

Brilliant white landscape

An inch of rain in 32 degree weather 

Equals 10 inches of snow

Drop that temperature
Down into the 20's
And that increases to 15-20 inches

The snow was coming down 

3+ inches per hour

Plenty of room for covetous ghosts 

The only perceived sonance to be heard 

Was the gale of wind 

Past my ears 

The blood gently pumping 

Through my veins 

And spontaneous firings of the auditory nerves 

As the icy prismic ghosts 

Sparkled behind crystal 

Ingesting everything else 

That wasn’t inside me 

At this point 

Clearly outnumbered 

Combat 

Would be a lost 

Noiseless

Dogfight 

Bear arms my friends

Watch out for black ice

The silence 

These spirits bring 

Could cause 

The crazies 

To step out 

From within