I see your tangled smile,
your crooked patterns
twisted out of symmetry.
What happened to you?
Did you drink up too much icky smog?
I can see it in your eyes.
Gone to town with those impurities
and let them cling to your crystals, haven’t you?
But with an open bar in the currents,
a free for all pollutant buffet,
you really cannot be blamed
for the leftovers we blew away.
Note: This poem is loosely inspired by the fact that air pollution can affect snowflake shapes but not necessarily it’s symmetry. More scientific literature on snowflake shapes needs to be developed before any concrete conclusions can be made. This poem dramatizes the worst. Read more about snowflakes and pollution here!
Dystopic Snowflake by Cheyenne Alexandria Phillips is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.