There once was a child made of snow, in the name of hope his body was wrapped in plastic through the summer and he lived inside a large freezer until winter.
Come winter, the town would have a magnificent festival of emergence in the boy’s honor. People would come from all over the world to witness the child made of snow emerging from his icy tomb, pale and hungry he would enter to loud music and imposing spectacle.
This went on for years, until, at age fifteen, the boy said he’d had enough. The people protested loudly and called the young man dreadful names, but, he persisted, telling them it’s his life and he’d no longer play along. The people, disappointed, cursing and grumbling, made their way home.
The following winter the town decided to show the boy that he was wrong, to stand him in the sun until he began melting and begging them for help. The sun was very bright that day, and as the boy stood in the middle of the arrogant crowd he began to cry. The salt from his tears made his face sag. But he did not ask for help. The townspeople were mulish and waited for the boy to beg them for their aid. He then cried harder and his body drooped as tears fell upon his hands and feet, and, before the town could react, there was nothing left of him. Nothing, save for his clothes lying in a puddle of water.
The people, disappointed, cursing and grumbling, made their way home.
Come winter, the town would have a magnificent festival of emergence in the boy’s honor. People would come from all over the world to witness the child made of snow emerging from his icy tomb, pale and hungry he would enter to loud music and imposing spectacle.
This went on for years, until, at age fifteen, the boy said he’d had enough. The people protested loudly and called the young man dreadful names, but, he persisted, telling them it’s his life and he’d no longer play along. The people, disappointed, cursing and grumbling, made their way home.
The following winter the town decided to show the boy that he was wrong, to stand him in the sun until he began melting and begging them for help. The sun was very bright that day, and as the boy stood in the middle of the arrogant crowd he began to cry. The salt from his tears made his face sag. But he did not ask for help. The townspeople were mulish and waited for the boy to beg them for their aid. He then cried harder and his body drooped as tears fell upon his hands and feet, and, before the town could react, there was nothing left of him. Nothing, save for his clothes lying in a puddle of water.
The people, disappointed, cursing and grumbling, made their way home.
© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
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