We don't want to hear about your bad childhood

Then the snowfall and the freezing body
naked, unconscious, lies in a heap
like a toppled monolith never overturned
to decipher the ancient runes.
Each eye closed with a coin
because death passed by
after all.
What release to lay down
and turn to ice-
free, under the skies!
Once a captive,
whose frame was as frail
as the song of a caged bird.
he sleeps in his dreams.