"All night long there was an
ultra-white moon and now
this must be the inevitable
freezing dawn, orange and
bright but blue around the
edges, above a sparkling
landscape overcome with an
embroidery of black flowers
and dwindling death, which
only annoys the evergreens,
ever the philosophical trees,
scorning the riotous existence
of lesser plants who squander
their legacies of light in
desperate displays of adulation
beneath that ruthless sky and
then hysterically scatter seeds
upon an earth that is already
hard as steel.

This arctic air arrives with
super-sonic messages, trumpeting
that all this false gold and
copper stuff, seeming to flutter
like paper money in their twiggy
fingertips, is merely a bribe
being paid - in vain - to those
metallic idols who stand tall
somewhere in mirroring ice and
never relent.

On TV just now, the police were
yelling, "Freeze!" and firing
their guns at him... but the
boy kept on running because he
came from a much hotter country
and he didn't know the meaning
of the word until he was dying
among the evergreens."

02/10/2008