Winter has its fingers deep in the earth�?BR> father winter raping Mother spring
She weeps ice.
In pursuit
They journey to 8-mile�?/DIV>
Bulleting through streets he
Exclaimed
Abandon hope you who enter here�?BR>They heard his
Resounding echo�?BR>Iced into place,
Cynical, used they
Embodied his cry.
She wasn’t there
Couldn’t reside amongst the half-dead
Rotting two faced creatures masquerading as
People
His guide pungent, spotted with earth filth
Offered to take him further
Until the veil lifted…vision clarified�?/DIV>
No inverted funnel
No upside to this down shit
Dante had come to Detroit.
April 8, 2003
jlh
(Michiganders will recall the horrid ice storm that early Spring...)