Berg

1 February 2016

A fin of ice arising out of sky, frigid sea A single
turret above belies the monolith beneath The berg
advances at the speed of a pilgrim travelling
on foot

Calved from huger sheets and carved, desolate its
drapery, its skirts submerged

The berg at a palmer’s pace dissects the waters

And you: First anatomise the cryosphere Breathe
out ever-condensing vowels Capture its face then
explode the berg bring the wreckage to light

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