one by one

omniscient gusts interrogate,
one by one,
every snow flake, forever falling
in a floating funeral
within the abandoned walls,

like forgotten souls seeking refuge, once,
in the comfort of other travelers, now,

in the wind-blown company,
the ineffable torment,
of soft-speaking indigents

where the silent uproar
of despair awakens,
then floods, the forced greeting:
“work will set you free”

an incentive for hope,
held over each head
seeking fresh air

i enter late,
the scope of man known:
each of us is a prisoner
of a larger, less obvious world,
no longer contained by walls

inside, everything clarifies
here, insidious roots
of today’s compliant life
are displayed,
in this model of SS intent,

here, another generation,
imprisoned by hopefulness,
blinded by the freedom of each snowflake
finger print the air,
with the rhythms of that moment

so those still unaware
or who no longer care
that their lives are planned,
one by one,
by the architects of today,
are inaudible synchronized
with each archived scream