Bitter freeze nips my insides endlessly;
Piercing knives stabbing me from the inside
Out; Gaunt robins heave hairs relentlessly
Off my wintry body; yet none did hide.
A pungent odor of demise I scent
Lichened pebbles among moss. Had I not
Learned to draw my quivering breath, lament
Would bear my existence. Yet these days’re wrought
With strange blankets of purification.
To ascertain of birth one must unhand.
Dingy crows caw the charm of cessation:
“Delivered to an ample, pristine land.”
Starry, knowing snowflakes litter the lot
In the mind’s sky, past lives’ve been brought to naught.