WINTER / a poem by tom hunter / feb. 2012
WINTER
winter burns the air
its white ash floating down
on the skeleton trees
like the coroner's sheet
covering the face of the dead
a fur hat eats a man's head
a red scarf tries to strangle a woman
all the heat stays indoors
to fall asleep on the ceiling
our souls try to escape by
leaping out of our mouths.
winter burns the air
its white ash floating down
on the skeleton trees
like the coroner's sheet
covering the face of the dead
a fur hat eats a man's head
a red scarf tries to strangle a woman
all the heat stays indoors
to fall asleep on the ceiling
our souls try to escape by
leaping out of our mouths.