We All Sn()fall
in memory of John Newlove
	Manx Pub, Ottawa, Jan. 11, 2004

i.
tonight we run with the wolves

the wind-swept snow peaks
to the points     where teeth have ground 
sharp to the kill

the pack apace     nip with need  and razor wire

boil in a chromatic chill     it was the summer before
we were     rabid

ii.
my head swells with the petulant pulse     
and the night 

is numb in the face     muffle snuffed     
a candle thumbed short of breath

even snow
	falls     however muted this season

iii. 
what time can never bring us     back

a room peppered to grey     ex-
amorists     pharos fading     can not stand still

as we cartwheel through prairies     high on
wooden horses and youth

time stampedes on     though some may 
drop
before     wherefore
to     beat
each
		other     to a
leave     and
not be left

© k.l. mckay