We Draw Apart the Sky

We draw apart the sky

With cold fingers

Not unkind or cruel,

But with a sense of finality.

We draw apart the sky

With a grey cloak

Unlike anything worn before

Or since.

We draw apart the sky

With red and open lips

Kissing the dawn,

Without mercy.

We draw apart the sky

With the scream of wind

And names unspoken,

Stretching a dream.

We draw apart the sky

With white nameless wretches

Descending on the ground

Until they make a child's toy.

We draw apart the sky

With a sense of ending

And Death comes across

The frozen ground.

We draw apart the sky

With an empty sense

That all is not as it should be

And will never be again.

We draw apart the sky

And through the crack

Comes

Snow.