do not fear the snow fear not the lion
or the moon anymore not the moon
shadows in the trees things without names
carry me from the freezing night
carry me from the fire the lungs the wheezing
the clabbered air scent of alder in wet snow of blue
spruce split to the core and a gust across
the mouth of a well deep down frozen
that gives back no light devil what have you
in your hands what place you on my tongue
it is you have made me wander empty
countless fields snowplows grinding down
the dark berms to believe not the
moon I fear man was made by the word
and man knows death by the word who do you
say I am shadowless the maple falls away
the wretched oak shudders what have you placed
on my tongue skins filled with fire our bodies
laid down which is the scent of god rising
and after the fire only teeth are left