Father, your snow falls
like leper's sores,
like scales from blinded eyes.
Father, it falls like
your bread from heaven.
Your every word
falls like that,
and washes--
Oh, Father, the crust
falls from my dead heart.
The earth breaks
and the tomb creaks open.
--as white as that,
when the smear
and the maggots have been on me
not for three days,
but from the womb!
