Cold Sea



Ice
Mountains of steel ice
Cold and hard
Brutal yet beautiful
Ship sinker ice
Bone freezer ice
The bell of the buoy rings
Out at sea, who is to hear but whales?
Explorers explored
Died, never buried on the ice
Left where they fell like a battlefield
Who’s to remember?
Who’s to know?
Who’s to care?
The pattern of frost bite
Couture lace shrouding face and hands
The last embrace of pure crystalline cold
So sleepy, so tired, just a little nap
So easily the spirit is cut
From the marrow and loose from its tether
Is off and away
Leaving behind pain, frostbite, lost fingers
The sorrow of revival
I want to go.



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