The guy… died

it was in the news, it made history
For two whole days... 
He died on a step
on a winter's night.

He cried out to the wind, 
he sobbed to the snow
He dreamt of 
an open turf fire
red hot embers
and that knowing smell.

Dark forces of frost 
Freezing veins 
freezing heart
one cell at a time.

Winter covers its own mistakes
Snow falls to hide blood, shed
Ice forms on damp cardboard
A coffin floating in slush.

Can you remember his name?
Six months since long gone by
His face? His name: No Men Clature?
A specimen of austerity.