Poem 1 Snowy Mountaintop

Thursday, 26^th July 2012

There's a snowy mountaintop

Made of memories and dust

There's blood in there

And sweat and boredom

That's holding it from shifting

I am this glacier

Cracking, tearing at the seams

Falling in an avalanche

Falling cracking lumps apart

Breaking up and breaking off

Parts and pieces

Bits of me

Limb from limb

Veins from arteries

Bones from lungs

It tears me asunder

Breaking apart

Fall out in pieces

Fluids on the floor

Blood in fountains

Flesh ripped away like grass by scythes

Red and grey and brown and white

Pink and blue

Torn off in shards of colour

In an empty black ocean

All leaving light and torn apart

All raining, dripping, slipping down

Leaking over stones

Written in words

In blood and charcoal

Written as if fingerpaint

On a snowy mountaintop