The subjects of sleep

Their faces once awake

on sodomy and death

and smoke and laughter

their feet no longer

underground



The snow hides the traces

never set in a first place



This negative kingdom

hey horrible and white

the angels all stone

passing their years

hoping to be saved

from oblivion

...by oblivion



And the miracle is that

nothing has happened

nothing has a history

or a name



Only the voice

of falling snow