A Nonsensical Poem I Wrote While Overseas

[untitled] [snow]

Aluminium-wrapped meals and the glow of
MacDonalds fast-fading
Snow flakes forever spiralling with pride upheld
while the eager youth, they tilt their mouths to the heavens and pray for a morsel of snow-manna
Glee bathed in pale, magnificence
descending from the heavens.
A coat of chill
of power
of an ominous descent, a weariness of bones:
a creaking and slowing, porous
and vulnerable. Not pink but a slow
blue. An acceptance, an inevitability