On the Peace After a Snowstorm

machine whispers hissing
seething in the cities spitting
fumes rolling off black tongues licking
wounds weeping molten bleeding
molting its plate metal beating
its chest a new shrill rhythm emerging
in the cracks under its feet
in the life in the shit heap.

july is the smog of
our blood boiling and
the anguish as the sweet
steals away and the acrid
limps in our nostrils
it shambles it hobbles
assaulting our senses
is the din the discord
tattoos crescendo more
and more and more.

i will bleed no more
when the januair bites
me with my every breath.

i will bleed no more
when tinnitus swells
in place of drones of death.

i will bleed no more
when the snow's silence
brings furious pain.

i will bleed no more
when april comes
with its warm cruel rains.