One winter morning
they shaped me into a snowman.
Now I keep standing
Erect
and
cold.
The red chilly is my mouth,
the charcoal pieces are my eyes,
the staff in my right hand
is
my prop.
My left hand is not empty.
Silence prevails all around.
They come and tell me
"Laugh
and
play
and
dance
and
walk."
But I melt slowly,
crackup leisurely
and
drip because of the sun.
The tendril round my feet
Watches
this invisible shrinkage.