As we lay here in silence,
I search for comfort in how comfortable we are,
Search in our bodies,
That are draped over each other like ribbons
Yesterday I spoke to a stranger
He told me that the day before
Two of his friends had frozen to death.
I gave him twenty pounds so that he wouldn't die
And I prayed to a god that I don't believe in
That he wouldn't spend it on drugs or alcohol.
I'm ashamed that I felt the need to pray.
I try not to take this to heart,
To play in the snow and not to remember
But I can't help seeing the tips of their fingers
Protrude through the top of the powder.
No metaphor can describe how much
The lives of those people were worth.
Nothing can describe how much
The lives of any of us are worth.
As we lay here in silence, safe from the cold
My brain is weeping
My mind and my body secede
Unable to understand the grief I feel.
Will their gravestones bare a name?
Will they even get gravestones?
Or just jars of ash?
Any memory to live on in but with those who will also die and be forgotten?
Our bodies are draped over each other like ribbons
We flap in the chill breeze of time passing us by
And we must pray to the god that we don't believe in
That we don't get left in the snow,
Because anybody could.