01 February 2011

54°26′S 3°24′E

Groans of the sea, breath crystallized,
Moans of the seals beyond glacier's edge,
ringing the bell of Roald's heart

He dogs the door of the hut,
flickering seal-oil light and powdered meat
await him, slab of ice masquerading as wood

Tonight it is two bites he can't swallow, easily,
Recoiling to think he can't take the feel of his hands
touching his face again, with hers so far away


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...