acid snow

tiretriangle – foto by smith

ACID SNOW

Such cunning these beasts.
By pruning heaven
they’ve stilled the old wild yeasts.
Yet in breeding unleavened
seed such sheetings of grief
shat out uneven
o’er poor human paste
that all dogs believing
rise lonely and weak.

These acids know weakness.
No mercy for grief
or inherent meekness
unheeded beneath
these semen stained sheets.
Keeps meat on its knees
and power unaided.
Or tree on the leaf
and tragic the shaman.

– Steven B. Smith, 1994

2treetop – foto by smith