~ Snowmobile ~

Tiny cotton balls

float through the full length of Heaven

To land on the small patch of

Nude, on the foot of a hill.

Gently it disperses into yearning of

Home, where the pure finds comforting shelter;

And the greedy and wicked, boundless wrath.

Speed through the fluffy,

To hear the hissing and wheezing,

And to Create a Path

The shield will Always defend the helpless;

And the lance Never misses an oppressor,

For the horse will bear the knight

To glorious Peace.