The snow is a plea­sure in (re)covering
           Foot prints, fin­ger prints, tooth prints
The body is a foren­sic evi­dence
Above is the sun,
                      dir­ty mir­rors and more days, more people, more cities
This beau­ty was a bul­let
      and that was not how they cal­led it
From South coast night­mares of fires
Never rea­ched people and their dogs
It is  not enough
But conti­nue