Thomas Michael Disch
Ode to a Blizzard - Poem by Thomas Michael Disch
O! wonderful for weight and whiteness!
Ideolog whose absolutes
Are always proven right
By white and then
More white and white again,
Winning the same argument year
After year by making the opposition
O! dear miniature of infinity with no
End in sight and no snow-
Flake exactly like
A little different no
Matter how many may fall,
Just like our own DNA or the human face
O! still keep covering the street
And sidewalks, cemeteries, even
Our twice-shoveled drive,
And all that is alive,
With geometries that sleet
Will freeze into Death's
Impromptu vision of a heaven
For we know who your sponsor is, whose will
You so immensely serve,
Whose chill is more severe
Than any here.
Though his name may be unspoken,
His commandments are unbroken,
And every monument that you erect
Belongs to him!
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