Analyze the following poem with at least five literary techniques with in the poem.
Here is one that esacaped His eye.
He lies prone on the cold earth,
Three inches of scattered November
snow fell too, but he lies uncovered
his body bleak on paling white.
His head cocked to one side,
one side as if listening, still,
yet still listening, for the word
that never came.
No minatory sigh from above, no
fall from the blank sky–he faced
the downdraft alone.
I would inter you in the thankless
earth, but here I leave you,
broken wing, fractured arrow,
crooked ruptured rune
pointing the way of death
compass of silence.