Snow chains.

We all search for mechanisms to link

when in need of snow chains during 

the dust bowls dry days of globes 

The paradise that looked like a desert cape 

trials of headless horse churned tracks 

caught and made in the heavy rain 

Snow drifting conscious the cracking 

of carboy the spirit that it ate through 

the seven sealed tombs of Post war graves 

out Late night dancing look for the lose 

change that dropped in bourgh here.