Invasive Thoughts

Snow falls. Countries fall.
Snow melts. Countries melt.
Snow accumulates.

Wrecks accumulate
Of countries ruined
By wrecking countries.

Snow does not wreck snow.
Snow just falls. Countries
Conquer, choke, and fall.

There’s no parallel.
There’s no parallel.
Beside the window,

Nonetheless, watching
Afternoon darken
As still more snow falls,

You can’t stop thinking
Those are parallel.
Snow falls. Countries fall.