doom is in the silence
(with thanks to Jay Lohner)
as the melt drips between us
the icicles meld with
our hands, our words
the looks on our face
quieted by the frost
of a distant land
far beyond childhood
we have forgotten
snowball plans
from untied down winters
and instead fortified ourselves
with only the background
of a crumbling land
where doom is in the silence
that chills every attempt we make
to touch someone
for warmth
11/6/09
For graphics credits, please see Fun Stuff page.
