A WINTRY APOCALYPSE
It had been snowing all night long;
the shapeless feathers falling in the dark,
turning pale orange before the lampposts.
The schools were off the next morning.
We avalanched into
the unasphalted streets,
slipping and sliding in a chaos of snowballs.
Some kids tried to build a snowman;
some tried to build an igloo;
some made a huge pile of snowballs;
and I got hold of an icicle the size of
and made a spear out of it.
Those with the snowballs leveled the half-built igloo to the ground;
and I thrust my spear into the snowman's heart
(after a certain fashion I must've learned from TV;)
then they broke my spear and beat the snowball throwers black and blue.
Puffing, we all sat on the curbstone-
with frozen toes and sopping socks-
and chose, unconsciously, to feel numb.
Mohsen Jabbari, 2010