Sausage Snow (updated)

(…) covered in snowfall,

and there is scarce daylight.

Early commuters are already leaving for the trains

while cold air steadily enters via the

margins of darkish

windows of the affluent room.

They shiver under the quilt

and last night's dead meat asks

them wheter they are desolated or not.

Nothing.

One of them snores.

Finally, somebody awakens and quickly leaves

for the bathroom,

still feeling sick.

The toilet flushes one time and then again

and the pipes laugh sharply.

© Anders Enochsson 2009