There is a gentle snow falling
covering the tracks
of the world and its noise
sending ugliness back
it falls on my face
and right down my arms
it seems so clean
with its clever charms
everyone loves snow
the children to play
but the snow covers tracks
that should have stayed
are we fooled so easily
by bright white snow
to think what lies beneath
had somewhere else to go
like a mouse to a cat
go ahead take that step
one leg to the knee
the next to the neck
the snow’s not your friend
nor a white wash for pain
its a sign that unconsciousness
is most peoples game