Barren and bare beneath sodden coats
Sunken, hidden, a sedentary print in the snow
At the foot of all those man made roads.
Invisible there, finally, blended into a glowing sky
A corner from which no trailer moans
Periphery only enough to sting my eyes
To open, too shot - to close, too dry.
In the face of many failures, oh, how I have failed
Tears frozen at my corneas, strained and scorched
Down to the wet, irritated nose
Naked, torched, pointed against the frigid winds
Laying there, silently, words at the brim
Of cracking lips too scarred to speak;
Tongue choking on the words not one leers to hear
Convinced of solidarity to the trees that fall on deaf ears.