ORN furiously svelte, snow-flurries maim

Themselves as they storm the cold skin, to be

Merged, meshed into an itchy trickle:

Their hearts burn with the earth’s nurturing zest

That touches with stone-cool, tender gloves

All life, that holds slime-things dear as flowers.

Come watch her lungs melt in a man-set flame,

Her dwindling fingers drown in their own sea;

The snow-flurries, born fierily fickle...