Anorexic faces like
Frozen tulips
Have adorned the security cameras
Of my shop windows
White hair floats around like age
Melting
Hardening
On our times
Where people view winter as change
As any change will do
Turn on the television
There’s no light in this room
And soak up the radiation
In this land of cold fish
Kisses

Words huddled together
On a whispering white wall
Infusing images of space as the
Dimension never known
Disinterested, all of you lie
Bedraggled
On these nascent hills of ask
Before they miscarry
And there you lie
Flies on an infected river
Blessings by way of seedless children
You gift to the earth
Which accepts
With the mute politeness of a host
It’s the child of the desiccated world
Which releases this tepid warning
And the sound of a child
Screaming is but the
Echo of screaming hooves