A Poem Bordering on Crap

Melting, soon as it touches
The water
Deceiving, soon as it looks at you.


The ice that smokes like
Life that brushes
The air
For no rhyme, reason or cause
In perpetuity
In mourning
In gaping for oxygen
Dead.


Like hands that file off
The scales of burden
That never vanishes,
Cold spring, dissolving
And grateful.


Like life that wearies
On and on
For no reward, no respite,
Like suffering that
Stays in the race,
Hardening,
Purifying,
Darkening the way
out