. The Villainy of Icicles That sword of Damocles! That glacial Iago! A prism forged of ice, sharp and aloof; An icicle out of Doctor Zhivago Malevolently hanging from our roof... It waited for the perfect moment when I stood beneath it as I shoveled snow. The wind picked up. I heard a crack and then This jagged knife attacked and knocked me low. Collapsing in a drift flat on my back I groaned with pain and shivered from the cold. How dare that wicked icicle attack? How could it be so villainously bold? I slowly stood, brushed off the snow and sighed. The only thing I’d injured was my pride. . . Brian Yapko is a lawyer who also writes poetry. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.