The Snowmen

Snowmen are clowns in sinister stasis.

While you sleep, they smother cats and feast from bins. At dawn, their paunches drip.

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Watchful, patient, hollow eyed, the snowmen conspire in silence. They know they won’t be around for long, but they don’t care. One night, two nights of misrule will be enough for them.

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Some of the snowmen are defective. Ostracised from their own kind, they stare at your dustbin, contemplating waste and endings.

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The Snowmen have unprepossessing names. Snarling Jack, Belly Beast, Hang Dog. But their hearts are full of such pretty, flakey poetry! Arthur Clamps intones sonnets in his sleep.

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Over time, the snowmen turn hard and ugly. Charming tubbiness becomes deformity. They curse their makers in wet whispers.

But Black Snow falls into your dreams and can never die.

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All texts and pictures on this site are the copyright of James Knight. All rights reserved.

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