the great frost
and you
thought
that only
hell
would
freeze over
and you
thought
that being
home
was
hell
so now
God
played his
games
with your
words
and froze
your bed
and the
memory
of man
was
frozen,
too
and the
movement
of people
and the
gesture
of life
but death
death
went on
moving
like
the shivers
in
my bones
and
the last
flames
of light
and
time
as the
year
moved
on
and i
stayed
home
frozen
