Mimicking Ice Sculptures

I am so cold inside tears freeze
behind my eyes- turn to glass-
frost like window panes
so even the nosiest neighbor
can't see within.

Mornings like this are not to be
remembered. Angels slip
straight from heaven into the city
where they become the black-
ened steel workers and bus
depot operators of the night.
Their feathers drop like muddied
snow to my feet.

Tears escape aquarium captivity
join fallen brothers- turn to ice
are subject to the laws of physics-
momentum keeps me crying.