upon white pillow
lay the white feathers of snow.
rabbit’s paws now know.
broken ways
when the small are lost
even the strongest are weak.
the link stays broken.
hearthless
tiny snow crystals
sharp as knives, cold as your heart.
my hearth not burning.
whoreding
many are scrounging.
looking for diamonds in trash.
hoarding their money.
by decree
upheaval’s degree
turned all the way to hotter.
cooks in the kitchen.
trying shame
to negotiate
with despotic old white men.
not even trying.