[Moodpoems] br br In mastodon cold, the lichen clamps on stone br walls and the shins of trees picked to spine, br its branches scrawling a Saxon script. br br The blunt lake glints in a guttering light, br shutting itself with a pewter lid, br welded in a grip of Nordic tones: br br dull silver, salt gray, vein-blue; br with punitive butts, the wind compacts br the pallid, occlusive waste.