Beard unkempt, so damned unclean
Short skirts for gloves his fingers wore
His breath lingers high in the chest
Lips and face a bright desert floor
Unwarm layers cover frozen skin
A carapace for holy bones
Alcohol scented vellum surround
Eyes aflame gazing toward home
White snow spray crashing on words
Words permanent that fall icy shelves
The whispered anthem he repeats,
“You are me.”
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Words: Justin Heap
Image: Jim Kast-Keat
Music: Podington Bear
