crunching,
or the breaking
                              of bread...
           das, knirschen
      aus schnee
not mere halving,
rather,
            snow as tearing
open the crust...
              the crunching
sound as if a hard bite...
                jaw upon
the earth...
                 and skull
myriad
                  upon the moon;
                to new worlds
we hold beackon,
already given the geography
to craft craters
                     morphed
       into mountain
                      pinnackles;

of father:
     i had to learn to
labour under no sympathy.