Saturday, April 12, 2014

Christmas Eve, Germany, 1999

A thousand things in a tight little circle.
Snow falls outside.
What the hell is it?
I'm from the desert.

She tells me it's special and all I can think of is Patton praying for no snow so his troops can kill more Germans.

Isn't it beautiful?
Isn't it horrible?
The way the world turns rotten like that.

Tank treads and forgotten landmines
And a continent on fire.
Look at how sweeping it is.
Look at how the snow fails to cover it up,
Fails to cover it all.

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