Snow now, from
a darkening sky
into a dark world
snowflakes in their
multitude, like spirits
of the slain, each
unique, not one
alike in their infinite
forms the hundreds
of thousands human
beings we have allowed
to be murdered
from our midst
in the year being buried,
believing
it won't be us
because we matter,
because we are unique
like snowflakes
in their infinite variety
melting
like human bodies
on fire
after hospital
has been bombed.
03.01.2026
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