Snow Eater

­­Snow Eater

A poltergeist
teases the ice
cemented to my window,
fervent, like a raptured toddler.
Snuck past sleeping giants,
huddled
against the façades
of my buried fortress,
giants
that do not stir.

Its relentless,
clumsy gait
derails trains, fells
ramshackle hamlets,
turns tundra tropic.
Flays January’s comfort blanket
from loam—
the blanket that
steals sleepy breath,
cozy dreams;
freezes coyote lungs.

Hurricane prairie monster.
It’s arrived.

Warm. Moist. Heavy.

Violent.