White Death

from
the sky falls
the white speckled
sound of silence
 
taking from
everything
the color
of life
leaving
nothing but
a dull white noise
a winter landscape
already dead
made somehow more
dead by it
such is life
we are born
dead
we live
dead
and death takes
from our
death-lives
everything
which lets us
call them “lives”
leaving us
not living
but