the jumbling snow faded
the belly-ache, your body
a fallacious term usurped
by the emptiness seized
by poetics; i see it in echoes
and the strange details of soil,
mapping out destruction in
the silence behind the always
more distant life of memory.

you cause sorrow, leaving
only fragments of this shiningly
colored life behind in the deep
black where everything you are
draws up in silence.

demon promises rust the ruins and
trace your departure in the snow.