Perhaps that’s why I like snow so much

If you need me I’ll be hanging out in a tree,

Or laying in the snow and watching stars with frozen eyes.

Tasting all the chemicals I find that I can see,

Or maybe I’ll just be praying that I’d die.

If you want me don’t start to look where I should be

Don’t look for DNA or my carbon in the ashes.

I might be alone now, I might be at home

Or maybe I’m a goner somewhere where you can’t come.

I might be on the roadside, hit and run, or better, roadkill

I might be a little thinner at the bottom of a cliff.

I might be in my car, and you’ll never know

If I did it on purpose- or if it was a car malfunction.

If you want to find me, don’t ask me any questions,

Save your breath for saying goodbye,

Farewell, to my cold, dead corpse.

Perhaps that’s why I like snow so much.