Fallen Snow

Overhung,

Distraught,

Alive alone

In Athought!

Do you know

The bawling bluebird’s song?

Sung in time

By those dead and gone.

Wandering alone

In this cold, crowded place

Vicious voices

Of famished, festering, finished faces?

In this shifted, spent split

Begin! Travel astray

Of lofty loneliness

Pulled, pushed, tossed away.

Oh Joy!

The fresh powder screams

Dimly dreaming

Of snowy gleams.

Where the bluebird sings

Of frozen pasts.

With ghostly gleams

Of a gruesome gullible glass.

What do you know

Of the bluebirds song

Lost in the snow

Silenced for so long.

Quiet! Listen!

To the long lost sounds

Of a bluebirds wings

Broken and bound.