Bad Winter

Gifts of the East Hot flowers of the unfree, holy Ice for the priest, ruined like an Afternoon. Barons bang on the door of my supposed Piece of sand, sand-colored World they sold. Gaze in horror As they force Velvet gloves On my paws. Living and partly living Turn the spit And call it peace Break like glass Disconnect Show me how nice the night can be In one breath Break my world in half Utter my request to Take it back Gifts of the West Tree that I bled rooted a lure that Pulls me to your ribs. In the short, cold night I’m your jack. Stars shine on my blight Shine on my blight Shine on my blight Do you have a light? Living and partly living Turn the spit So call it peace Sing high, cry low Same why And call it peace Velvet gloves On my paws Living and partly living