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snowflake rigormortis

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we found him in the factory,
presiding, perched on a throne of bricks,
face jack-frost blue, pepper black
hair tufted white, thermos
frozen, cold coffee's scent, sleeping
bag, bed-roll, rucksack;
his mouth hung haggard.

                 he sought to inhale winter,
to rid the earth of pristine silence,
the entirety of her quieting.
we have found others like him,
men without homes,
                              expelled,
faces burnt from photographs.
it was -14º last night, one of the factory kids decided to walk home.

i keep reading these infarticles (informative articles :P) about the homeless in heat waves and artic fronts. this is deadly serious, more so than it should be. my uncle died of hypothermia hitchhiking across the country so he could stay with my parents to get help for his alcoholism. still, i have yet to stumble across a body in my adventures.

unfinished, as always. perhaps i shall leave it that way.
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pename's avatar
first stanza now v. powerful. gentle and mesmerising.

to rid the earth of pristine silence,
the entirety of her quieting.


lacks the direct honesty of the rest. i still don't get these two lines after a few reads.

ending manages to aviod being cutesy despite the cliched burnt photograph image. it's all quietly very good.