Informational

blitzkrieg short circuits the facts 

sowing confusion 

Beatific despite 

the bruises you walk through mobs 

who taunt and threaten 

My dog sniffs a pee

spot in the snow like a sleuth 

with a vital clue 

Temperate winds can't hide 

the smell of smoke and burning 

flesh from overseas 

On the verge of a 

breakthrough or breakdown we weave 

through dark passages 

Fresh bright snow sullied 

with road grime, splashed by passing

cars like scars on youth 

 A crow sits at the

tree's crown under a blazing 

blue sky judging all