As I moved through snow and sleet
on the silent lonely street,
I reached out with my glove and
up from above into my shaking hand
fell a cold flake of snow.
In its white glint and glow
I saw a monster trapped
in the reflection abstract.
And sanguine it turned
as it melted and burned,
through the cloth and left
a hole whereupon he would nest.
The rest of the snow did the same
and stained my hand with its flame.
A sanguine red singed my soul.
In my heart and my hand left its hole.
My wounds I licked to ease the pain
of the fallen bloody rain.