Snow Joke (by: Simon Armitage)

This poem starts with the story of a contemporary men and his hidden life, he is late, he is driving his car, he feels safe, immune to be stopped by a patrol, but the nature plays an horrible joke.

Through a stanza we feel that we are dying with him, the snow slowly is reducing our breath and the death is like the "Wisky...warm and smooth"

We do not know if the man is dead or not but he is certainly unconscious, this is fundamental because is the bridge to the last stanza where we can choose three possibilities about the destiny of this man.

Personaly I chose the last one because the nature try to suffocate him, he reacts with all of his energies but the nature is invincible it is killing the man with his apparent innocence, it is a soft death like soft flakes falling silently on the asphalt.