Pure and white, snow glistened
At the top to the new fresh sun,
Out of the woods of giddy pines.
Ancients went down in sledges,
The eyes shut in fright at speed.
There was phallus God waiting.
Old made snow jokes at bodies
Leaving the bawdy ones to souls
Soon to see a Shiva in his snow.
The snow failed to whiten crows
On the electric wire, perched like
The old bodies hanging on souls.
In the mountains please feel free
But hold on tight, Mary, they said.
There was no Mary but old body.
An old male body hurled its snow
By fistfuls at old female version
Their laughter cracked old snows.