Walk About by Russell Banks

As I walk through the door to December
I gaze up and see a sign; don’t look behind, but to the future on ice ahead of you
I looked down, and there she lay in cold blood.
She could barely speak, so I inched closer to listen
“As I lay dying from the killing winds sent down from a castle in the air, I have a few things to show you. Look up. Do you see what I see? The beauty and majesty of the castle? Yes, it is there, and when you get there, tell me how the wind sounds.”
After this there came a very subtle chuckle.
Then black.