Dead Rain

Snow is just dead rain

Dead Rain.
fluttering down, solidifying
drawing a cold white sheet
around the beautiful dead body of her.
falling in an effort to defeat time,
worthless.
The dead rain only stops the warm blooded.

Dead Rain,
telling me I can't go home
repeating these lonely stories over and over
the tale squeezes my heart shut.
Hopeless  glow of a few yellow lights
no sound but sirens announcing emergencies.

Dead Rain caping this cement riot.
taking over the sky
we forgot totally about the sun.
Dead Rain, encasing her with a casket
the frozen corpse of mother and father

Dead Rain,
So we can blanket our imperfections.
Hide the blood underneath,
perfect white eraser.
Go, go play in the death.