Snowmen
Justin Rutledge
We want you on beds of burnished silver
Beneath the buckling of the rafters
And the twilight stung with cinder
We want you blond above the rapture
That blows through empty chapters
At the heart of all that matters
We were cold
But now we're freezing
We want you to tell those constellations
The cross and all its stations
That we are bound by patience
We want you to sway with subtle motion
To ration this commotion
For we are bound by ocean
We were cold
But now we're freezing
Where were you before
They built these towers?
We were cold
But now we're freezing