dry ice sculpture

built like a castle
of angles and slopes
with windows, look into
see miniature souls
that represent hopes
you and me need to see
with chainsaw and ice pick
we sculpted a dream

and when the sun comes over it
begins to dissolve
and when the sun thaws the frozen air
it can't take the heat
but it can't melt at all
when the sun comes over it
turns into low flying cloud
and we can't shed a tear
it was meant to be air
it can't stand to melt
it just isn't allowed

so it breathes out its surface
exhaling itself
diminishing walls and supports and all else
it withers and sighs
as it lists to one side
and we know it will crack
soon, and topple to lie
in blue-white slabs and chunks
cracked and splintered
in shock, as its faltering breath
rises up -

"...get another block."

you say

"let's do another one!"

Okay!