Snow and Ice
I am the snow and ice
Cold and brittle yet happy and playful
I am the play toy of children but the death of men
I am white and translucent to ultraviolence
The winter's dance and thunder across the
village bringing a happy grace and a sorrowful touch.
The white clouds may bring platinum or silver
Ouranos may BOOM or he may Trickle..
For that is the way of the snow and Ice
It is the sun and it is the moon, it is the
ground and it is the sky. They are the same
and one only comes out in certain times
but when that one does come out ,beware
for Ice is beautiful like opium.
Copyright © Malcolm Bamba | Year Posted 2015
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