Do not deny that snow exists,
Each time it melts by summer's fray
That all are lifted, flown away
Will never turn, the sun insists
That all to upward tone persists
And all to sky will stay.
We capture them, our mittens freeze
It is the colder form we play
That we could, winter wonder, sieze
Our pack'd contraptions, all to please
And all the land to stay.
It is an error to describe
The night in stars that drop and plummet
That downward spin their earthly summit
Our senses to inhale-imbibe
We imitate, but faint become it
O, our earthly tribe.
But we can spin with confidence
Between our toes and fingers wrapt
To see those features vainly trapt
It circumvents our common sense
Our forces bent, our sources tapt
To nature's thin offense
From eye to nose
He's full compos'd
Be righteous, thou abomination
Brag the jewels upon thy belt
That we, thy careful longings, felt
And stretch thy limbs in contemplation
Soon, that shine will boil the nation
Soon, thy form will melt.
And we, whose hands bore carpentry
Will gather in a fram'd array
Regard thy timely skin decay
Those eyes were never true to see
That we, in our debauchery
Compell'd thy form away.
But up-away the harshing sun
With all our mittens clench'd to fists
Each child, in tears, resents/resists
The death of our enlighten'd one
The truth is gone, the fact is done
Be sure that snow exists.
[This message has been edited by Local Parasite (12-19-2002 08:51 PM).]