winter-Time

 —because they say that his hands were full of snow armies
that fisted and broke; shattered limbs across invisible lines.
the paintings from half-remembered kisses were all a pig
-mented mess.

The slated shine of a home town vibrating in someone else's name
that fell down and melted down in the depths of his chest
while her bones fell away like stardust to reveal an eternity;
of sight over feeling.

—and at the end of the ranks of paper - thin creatures
one could see the truth in smiling; how it all tore the same
And he was their dust of the dirt and golden mire
until blocks of life caved,
and the temple fell.