When the fists
of winter fly
driving bones
into the snow
Blackened
frostbitten nights
vodka running dry
The statues
cloaked in white
migrants from museums
losing all
the feeling now
that sunrise is outlawed
Strangers
plant themselves
down in the
cold hard ground
Later when
the harvest thaws
snow drops
will be in bloom
Crossed out on city maps
prospekt Mira reveals
shadows drinking
antifreeze
neath the underpass
Ordered once
a gulag's march
now cities
send the call
falling from
the rooftops fast
and frozen
against the wall
Where strangers
plant themselves
dead souls
of the underground
when February thaws
snow drops will
be in bloom again
Bloom again
bloom again
bloom again
bloom again
red blooms
red blooms