Snow misted, or so I remember
I was awake, but only partly
Somewhere beyond dreams
In my space between nightmares
Laying in the dark
And lying that things were still light
Outside, the city sat silent
But inside, this man read noise
Both in denial
Numbed, yet knowing
That on their map bullets reigned
And howitzers howled through the sky
As alarm clocks for a new world
And death rattle of their old one.
