weather
I tried to draw the attention
of the disinterested God
who builds the weather.
“Send us snow - just a few feet
make our Christmas fantasy complete”
I pleaded, but she never interceded.
Angels, that will-less posse of hers
only seem to watch earth’s slaughter
as the wind carries a warm disregard.
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