On a day when the grey sky hangs
Like the space between two boats
The cabin fills with smoke
My fire breathes and spits
As pines with lifted nets
Stand cemetery solid in the snow
I never knew a word for this
The terror of the day
The cabin creaks and moans
The heart is in the air
From unseen holes, the flies
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