The vastness. Alive with snowfall.
Such sights!
She peels off her gloves. She reaches out. Cold stabs her fingertips.
Heavy ice crystals, growing heavier.
Spiralling.
White settles on dark.
Dead stars above. Light freed. It reaches her eyes.
Into her.
Around me.
She now belongs.
His noise does not compare to this freedom.
His pleas mean nothing.
The snow blankets him.
The dead of winter.
Snow. Stars. Bitter winds.
* * *
His corpse. Alive with hunger and need.
Watch them eat!
She observes. Sees the scavengers. Cold stabbing teeth.
Vultures pick. Rats gnaw.
She draws closer. Wants to share.
Scavengers depart. The appetites of nature do not care for her.
They are blameless.
Never has she felt like this.
Spiralled like this.
Shone like this.
Spring’s renewal.
Warm red stone. Feeding insects. Awakening birds.
* * *
His remains. Alive with invisibility.
See the bacteria dissolve him!
She kneels. She surveys. Microorganisms are not for her eyes.
The insignificance of human wanting. Not nature’s concern.
Who can blame it?
Happy in the vastness. Quarry stone beneath her feet. Forestry offering isolation.
Cold water down her throat. A shirt stuck to damp skin.
Energy and movement.
Everywhere.
For her, for nature.
Except for him.
His energy is back with the world. His return to nothing at an end.
The height of summer.
An overturned cart. Bones. Chains.
* * *
The fields and trees. Alive with colour.
Observe the world reborn!
She touches. She considers. A white shape of nothing on red rocks.
Dust on dust.
Shortening days. Softening lights.
Energy inside her.
I am reborn!
Evil stripped bare.
Autumn’s harvest.
Separation.
A skull with no body. A body with no skull.
The fruits of my labour.