by Nick Gisburne
We climb in starlight’s frozen beams
How frail the world left in our care
As chance enslaves us with its schemes
We journey on, as best we dare
We scale the icecaps, one by one
Through mindless ocean tides of snow
All territory smothered, gone
A wasteful death march, silent, slow
We groan as we begin again
The endless cycle, still we climb
The price of life: the souls of men
A tacit pact with ice and time
