snow settling on slips of glass
is silt drifting over the engines of our second world war,
is the muted darkness of a midnight alley murder.
when downy feathers rain from the
chewed pillows of the iced sky they
settle and asphyxiate the malice that spawned our
water logged machinations.
breathy ocean swells curl the souls of our wreck
like fingers sifting your tousled locks.
our smiles the exonerated murderers, love’s blood
still hot on our cheeks.
snow settling on broken glass
is the silence of your Hood and my Bismark, sent to the seabed,
is the hush of night, freshly penetrated with mercy's cries
is the white comforter that suffocates us.
