Classic Poem

Sleet falls
Unable to fall as rain
Unable to fall as snow
Splattering and whirling
Spinning in oblivion
Falling without a trace
The streets I run around
The spirits, restless spirits
Though they rise and rise
There is no Heaven
Only suffering souls.

Fog blows about inside the fog.
Dark blows about before the dark.
In this dark oblivion
Where drifting clumps of blood and drifting clumps of flesh
Are thrown about
Where one departure bemoans
Another departure.

Sleet falls
Unable to fall as rain
Unable to fall as snow
In this dark universe
They
One day fall and splatter as sleet
But for one moment, one breath, they are flowers.