Snowfall

Snowfall    2/18/2015

You can be smart

And you can be strong

But if you leave the back door open

Your throat can be slit. 

Slithering like a snake

Or inching like a snail

Quiet as a razor

Cutting deep

And cutting through.

As simple as it gets

The random horror

Of deep hatred

Of sudden opportunity.

The young are innocent

Until they are taught,

Abused, hated

Manipulated, or indoctrinated. 

That is where it starts

In the deepest part of self

A part of all of us

The good and the damned.

You can tell its winter

By the ice

Glistening in the trees

But spring is never far

When the buds have burst.  

You can tell by the smell

That something has changed

As God always provides a sign

That another season has come. 

 

Look around and feel it

The uneasy sense of dread

All around and everywhere

Crushing, heavy, and dead.

It all adds up

Like bodies in a ditch

The untold casualties

Overlooked and denied.  

Come and see

Or wait and know

The curse of indifference

Dreadful and Ashen.