The Snowman

The Snowman

He was large, imposing

A tower of cold, a sandwich of snow

A blot on the coated landscape.

The melting leaning tower of Pisa

Jeered at me through coal-slit eyes

He sat fat, lazy, malice dripping.

Giggling children assembled him with care

Slowly, carefully, in fading light

They cemented head with torso

Wrapping a scarf around him

Doing up pebble buttons against the chill.

All you did was stare

Stare down your crooked cracked nose

You stretched out your thin black arms

And embraced your kingdom.

I had to destroy you, vanquish, conquer,

Do you concur?

No.

Frozen through,

You had to go.

: 09 Feb 2012 13:45 |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem