Cold cuts deep
through flesh it stings
the blood sings
a screaming note
splashing on snow pure as souls
the mist the steam that drifts
effervescent unashamed
caught in currents invisible to the wide staring eye
tears turn to crystal on refracted and expiring lenses
cataracts go milky then disintegrate
the trees saw it all
they witness with bated breath
casting out roots in slow fashion pursuit
millimetres a day driven by cravings
for nutrients that leak from this body
nitrogen that will burst into the soil
after raving insatiable dots do their work
endless totems of myth
through carrion crawler and lightning they are fed
we make tiny flattened winterfresh idols
to dangle on our mirrors
to mask the scent of greasy paper bags
made from their skin
the fibres of their flesh
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