Big Winter Poem by Matthew Martin

Frozen fields
Frost that peels
The skin from the teeth
And the veins from the leaf
Sky's a giant padlock
Air's a swarm of powder
Sun winks
Through the keyhole
At wind
The gypsy daughter

A million
Liver damaged
Sunday shoppers
Looking for a coffee shop
In the piston train
Sheet steel rain
Drowning on their e-mails
Their rotten entrails
Shivering beside
The neon sign
NO BUS STOP

It's a cold road
To the crematorium
To the Belsen burger bar
Smoke from reeking stacks
Discarded paperbacks
Rent the city air
Dark satanic mills
Photographic stills
Red horizon dawning
Micromanaged clubbers
And hibernating bees
Convulse towards the morning