written after a funeral

Tears freeze on my cheek.
They should sting but they don't.
Snot freezes and clogs my nose.
Pathetic snowflakes
one by
one
My Mind isn't where it is supposed to be.
Oops

In the shadow of the valley of Death.
Am I finally there?
In a box.
Soon to be in the Ground.
cold
dark hole

Then
Helios' steeds charge across the Ugly gray sky
Attempting to bring Him to the countryside
They fail
Just like the snowflakes
Just like words
Just like mortality