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Blood in the Snow

Writer's picture: Shane KimberlinShane Kimberlin

I saw the first snow

and a trail of blood

the fireworks clawed at the sky

like smoke grooves in the blue

There is a parade today

(There's a parade everyday)

Treats are thrown out

from floats

to children

like seed to doves


My spotted hands

like a drunkard's liver

and palms littered with a hundred highways

vibrate in the cold

I used to be these children

I used to be their parents

I used to be someone in the crowd

I'm nothing now, scenery,

the same as a tree or building,

A noise so soft that once rang loud


They tell me he will build a new country

she will rebuild the old city

They all believe it

but I see parades and bells

circuses and bread,

but even the bread runs out,

and what then of your circus?


A grave is a bed by another fashion

My other bed is a limited thing

I feel the hand that held dearest Elda

I notice the glare where once was a ring


The leaves left early this year

The snow came in hot

I saw soldiers in fields

have two kinds of shots

One from the gun

One from the glass

The trail of blood

was put down to pass


We don't know the names

of the souls that they took

Some got what was coming

Others just were mistook


They know all our names

They know all our moves

The worst part is they think

they have something to prove


The best part is they think

they have all the control,

But they can't take the keys

to the door of your soul


The trail of blood

was buried tonight

by more snow and more snow

(It's always the same)

I watch an old raven

make hay on the branch

Visions of the past

and a much brighter flame

scratched at the back

with heat of the embers

As the present fades out

enter future fire

I can hear every bell

hidden prayers remembered

and the song in my heart

from the Kingdom's choir




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