Howling surprisingly
hard
across the cold plains—seems like
the whole host
of bare jealous
deciduous treelimbs—has just
started
barking—in wind-
rattled
assiduous winter invective—
Christmas is
icumen in! Lhude sing
—goddamm-death!
by cold
axe!
to them!—
conspicuously
tall
n' fat—emptyheaded!
blue-
blushin'! mid-
western
ever-
green chimney-
swab motherfuckers!
