Frosted melancholy decaying with the melting snow.
Dark clouds wade over head
in the bitterness
in the cold.
You’re lost in the mechanical wilderness cleaning up the fortunate man’s waste.
Lay claim to your frustrations Valiant Knight, Oh, winter nomad
and collect those halfhearted left over dreams
and pocket them as your own
and LAY claim to your frustrations
my wounded lover of the cold.
For you are freezing
and freezing all alone.