Snow Two
by Marc Mangel
they bought even as their leaders said dont buy
hoard;
the became squirrels of jerusalem
the happy people
the crazy people
they too formed lines
lines to buy film
for to snap is easier than to remember or to paint
and they galloped in the snow
kicking white dust as they roamed
and the fell
or threw
or jumped a thousand million times
to let it be clearly seen that they were indeed
happy people
happy to live
happy to be free
happy to feel cold
and wet and blizzard
and now
now there is no more blizzard
no more wet. but still cold
the whiteness rests in darkness
and gleams and reflects
it eases the darnkess to which we all succumb
for each darkness may be death
the snow rests
sometimes a clum glides from a roof or treetop
and with thud lands upon more snow
to rest there forever
and may be once you hear the soft sloch and loud groands
of mechanization trying to free itself from nature
as one or two crazies try to move
and the future
as all futures a prediction
a guess
more snow
January 1973 — Snow in Jerusalem