Snowflake students should feel once soft crystals
fall like shards, writing this razorword in all their
poems to slice out empathy and the urge to have a
knowing touch with language. Snowflake students need
to speak with hail and ice, rub sleet in their tone of
voice so we hear them spit out the things in blood.
When playing outside, looking for the flight of birds,
snowflake students must search out the hawk before
the fieldfare, hear the killer screech as a clarion call
much louder than winter’s song, forget about the
return of a chorus in Spring. Reading classic novels,
snowflake students will understand that human misery
is just history and not a lesson for learning, not a
tale to right wrongs or find humanity in pretty words.