A god we don’t know wields
A hammer on ice fields.
One blow is all it takes
(Or flutter of snowflakes).
Then like careening ships
Each floe striking floe flips
Skyward in great stiff sails.
The meaning of ice fails
The seal and polar bear,
Who run beyond nowhere.
Men are not to be found,
Their craft long since ice bound.
They swim below like whales
They’d come to weigh on scales.
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