the rain came down in dirges
the creeks ran foamy, icy, black & tan
we huddled together for human warmth
inside our little shack, hands
all stretched out over the pot
softly boiling bones and potatoes
we let the steam curl through our fingers
the guts washed down the gutters
the innards strung the bow
Heaven rolled over on the clouds
and drooled on us below
flannel cushioned our knees
breaking against one another
all nervously stirring the pot
the lights went out way back when
before the wood started to peel
or the shingles curl up like eyelids
we licked our lips and lit another candle
as the shack began to float
a chill came through and turned the rain
to poisoned Creole snow
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