Winter's whore
Studded with russet stones
Autumn arrives --
redolent of soil and spruce
and the slow decay of summer dreams
to a city that teems with the recluse, with
women who weave men's pride
snaring their fragile hopes
to be ground down, made white,
and snorted.
Winter’s whore
shivers with delight
passing beneath the shadow of a skyscraper;
its host of shattered windows frame haggard souls,
children's eyes growing dim with the light.
She watches a sky consumed by darkness
and lopes alongside on all fours,
trailing gaudy trinkets as she harvests.
A slack-jawed beast
leading the master to feast.
