Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Donner Party

I led a wagon train out west.
We took a shortcut and got lost,
Which made us late in our quest
For California, to great cost.
In the mountains, snows trapped the train.
The food ran out and one by one,
The weaker ones were by us slain
And eaten. It had to be done,
In order that some might survive.
I hurt my arm and got gangrene,
And was allowed to stay alive,
Till death from it did intervene.

The Donner party - my last name,
Of pioneer cannibals fame.