The earth does what it can to heal itself
It has its own bag of tricks
An assortment of medicinal potions
That used to always work.
Atmospheric ice crystals eventually
Glom together into thick fluttering flakes
That coalesce into warm cottony blankets
For a trembling world gone frail and meatless
Nothing but skin and bones down here,
Old boy, god help us all,
Stripped down towns, liens and defaulted loans
Rusted out stamping plants with vast
Empty parking lots stubbled with tufts of grass.
Disappointed mothers, defeated fathers,
Angry offspring who never visit or call
We’ve got high deductible health care plans
Car's in the shop again
Bitten down fingernails
Alcohol and pain pills,
Pantries stacked with tin cans of tuna
Mass death, mass delusion
Everyone on their very last nerve
A bankruptcy of decency
And so it snows.
In layers covering
Bare trees shivering in the wind like ribs
Arching over the wan tepid heart of the world.
A white salve to the yellow brown scabs
Pocking a land gone sallow and cachectic
With widely metastatic disease
Of an unknown origin.
But the snow is a transient balm
The snow never lasts
When the spring comes
And the snowpack melts
The ravenous world wakes,
Hungry enough to eat what’s left of itself