| Blood on the Snow |
|---|
| Painless ghosts |
| Of which she knows |
| The smell in her clothes |
| The smell in her nose |
| There’s blood on the snow |
| Bring your love |
| It’s on your tongue |
| It’s on your roads |
| And in your toes |
| There’s blood on the snow |
| Tuesday’s violence |
| We’re alone |
| Into their beds they approach their doom |
| Their heads, their lips, their chests, their hips, they walk |
| Them bones they move, they talk |
| Their bones they bleed they rot |
| Their tones they’re forged, they’re wrought |
| Into what they’re not |
