Can it be possible for a country
To be entirely composed of snow?
Canada on April Fools Day
And the weather has tricked
This part of the world
Into a late white Christmas.
My two and half year old daughter
Stomps unsteadily,
Occasionally dropping to her knees
In fluffy white powder and squealing
In the delight only children can muster.
I trail behind, filming, shepherding,
Vaguely amused, slightly flustered,
Knowing that snow is like the sea:
A surface of calm and beauty
Hiding horror and savagery beneath –
Teeth that tear, traps that ensnare,
Despots and extremists dime a dozen
Freedom defeated, ice retreated
CO2 at four hundred parts per million.
But we are happy to be played
For the fools we are and build
Snowmen in parody of ourselves.
Death can wait until Hell freezes over,
So long as there’s beer on the shelves.
©shaun patrick green 2017
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