Snowflakes are born to die
weeping on the hollow grey ground
in the seas and oceans on this asphalt
the green and red tumbles
drunk of the nothing in the sky
searchlights go, spot on, spot out
feeding, brightening only the concrete
the trees are starving
they have stripped off their clothes
in a hunger for more than monoxide
and their bare fingers tremble
when stars reach their black hands
wishing they wouldn't die |