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.