Twilight of the Snow Gods
In the twilight of the snow gods
A twinkle-mist plays in the
Car-light express of a ten below day.
In the street a man rushes by--
Frozen--wishing that
Amundsen and his team
Would appear and take him onward.
When in the icy deep
The man secretly yearns to stand
Marrow to marrow
With the Antarctic pulse that
Held so much promise
For the ice-men of long ago.
"Mush."
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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