This winter don’t sound like last fall.
Incredible, indelible, just the strange syllable.
Hypnotize the masses while they’re seated on their asses.
They fall like Humpty Dumpty into the well dry and empty.
With no water to displace, this home now is their place.
They’re gonna wait and wait and wait for their winter.
For white froth Piled high enough for them to climb out of their lair.
Each brick a crackling granite, for their claws to scratch and for their bodies to rest at night.
As the sun awakens their pale body and soul, their withering skin, frost-scotched and old.
They question their very belief while they were seated on their asses.
Before they fell like Humpty Dumpty into this dry well.
The sound is bouncing off the wall
This winter don’t sound like last fall.