The guy… Died

it was in the news, it made history

For two whole days… He died on a step

On a winter’s night
He cried out to the wind, he sobbed to the snow

He dreamt of an open turf fire

Dark forces of frost crinkled, crunched

Freezing veins freezing heart

One cell at a time
Winter covers its own mistakes

Snow falls to hide blood shed

Ice forms on damp cardboard

A coffin floating in slush
Can you remember his name?

Six months gone by

His face? His name Cloture?

A specimen of austerity?

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