Concrete ground
Cracks and shifts
Like the plates
Of the world
That quake and make
The interred whirl
The frozen
Breakage
Invisible ice
Invulerable twice
Can knock you down
Without a fight
Morning sun melts
Snow in the boughs
To drip like broken
Taps made by icicles
They make slack and
Dissatisfact with
The heat now fracturing
Cold it once captured
Black gravel welded
Together by friction
And liquefying into oils
To soak the constriction
Breakage now
Spillage
Dislocation now
Disequilibrium
And the broken oils
Come together
