Snow Machine.
Even here
in quiet field of white
untouched by foot or yet by paw,
where silence presses down with all its weight,
here I stand in awe and wet discomfort.
You are simple violence in this sacred place
where I don't want to be and yet I am.
You make me smile -
a smug little smile,
a little smile of revenge.
So bold in all your angry metal glory,
you are to me hint of defiance:
Cold and brutal fact like Berlin Wall;
That which stands undaunted here...
in painful snow...
alone to shape the future of us all.
in quiet field of white
untouched by foot or yet by paw,
where silence presses down with all its weight,
here I stand in awe and wet discomfort.
You are simple violence in this sacred place
where I don't want to be and yet I am.
You make me smile -
a smug little smile,
a little smile of revenge.
So bold in all your angry metal glory,
you are to me hint of defiance:
Cold and brutal fact like Berlin Wall;
That which stands undaunted here...
in painful snow...
alone to shape the future of us all.