Their life, collapsed like unplayed cards, br is carried piecemeal through the snow; br Headboard and footboard now, the bed br where she has lain desiring him br where overhead his sleep will build br its canopy to smother her once more; br their table, by four elbows worn br evening after evening while the wax runs down; br mirrors grey with reflecting them, br bureaus coffining from the cold br things that can shuffle in a drawer, br carpets rolled up around those echoes br which, shaken out, take wing and breed br new altercations, the old silences.