he says snow comes down like a lie
just when you’re about to become
the happiest man alive
only you in that stadium & sky missing
only snow
abandoned children running to grasp his hand
craziness as a shiver
death has something against me
he says
he and the children keeping him up in their palms

you
telling me stories & the music’s so loud
who are the children who melts the snow what makes a circle
why blue
black white dive of a butterfly
into this glass of beer

a sky made of hands