It's the grit snow freezing
sands of winter's bend
wasting ice brakes wheezing
dead-ends of sludge broken
rake seizing
reed of ice
feeling
axe plummeting
heist anger
clashing bone
pounding groans
below the morgue
the guts wrought of
slain settled flake
ribs myred rid
of wintered steel
flog
all graveyards
drowned
by cities
cog