Wha?

Snow pristine
trees gleam
reflecting sun
through ice
canopy
broken
by the weight of the white.
The path is covered
god smiles
with a knowing grin
coming to a point
just to start again
inside
sitting in a circle of
old letters
memories
i was there
and someone cared
enough
to let me know.
Burning
ashes as they blow away
nothing remains
except
recollection
remembrance
reminiscence
rocking chair. 
Drop the bomb
I'm so ronry
flesh melts to 
screaming skulls
what was your last thought
how could you?
blood runs into rivers
is best
the son
puppet
we will not stand down
did you think Kim would
leave loose ends?
from the grave
his arms are wide
and his circle closed
around the strings
all a dream
we just don't want to be a part
of your lie
save me?
would rather blow it all away.