Saturday 28 March 2020

Ice and Time

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