Snowrrealism

A man? wakes up from the snow, naked.
There is blood in his footsteps.
Someone whistles a baroque tune in the background,
It happens to be the wind.
SHe carries a candle in His/er hand.
The whistling wind puts it out every time.
He pronounces the words of a poem
that speaks of oppression, by a peruvian
author: Cesar Vallejo.
The poem: Los Dados Eternos.
And the whistled song ceases:
God was whistling.
And as this naked being defies god,
with his petty candle in the cold,
he finds in his path a crown of thorns,
and wears it, for what is pain?
if not more pain? the candlewax
falls on his hands and solidifies on his skin,
he further walks, whispering the old poem,
feet bleeding, thorn crown cutting his forehead,
several shots are heard, a scream, he walks on,
he stops to look up at the sun and clouds,
then proceeds to walk into scene two,
where the lover is dead on the cold ground,
and red flowers bloom in his chest, one white rose
in the mouth, and two carnations make the eyes.
the palm lies, face up, the other palm covers the genitals,
the first person places the candle on the open palm,
and lies down beside death to die.