The tree of life and the tree of life
Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,
Me and you.
So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles
These mannequins lean tonight
In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome,
Naked and bald in their furs,
Orange lollies on silver sticks,
Intolerable, without minds.
The snow drops its pieces of darkness,
Nobody's about. In the hotels
Hands will be opening doors and setting
Down shoes for a polish of carbon
This echoes line one and also calls to mind Wilfred Owen’s poem,  ‘Exposure’ , where he writes ‘Less deadly than the air that shudders black with snow.’  The meaning of this  oxymoron , a contradiction in terms, is difficult to interpret, but clearly the snow represents the negativity and mental numbness of women and society’s low expectations of them.
The Munich Mannequins