120127 Antarctic Glaciers

27 Jan

300 miles from base, when Ninnis and their supplies fell into the crevasse, they turned back. Still 100 miles from sanctuary, they killed the last dog.  Their last meal together was her brain.  I don’t remember her name.  They had a way to share the two halves.

You look away
I point
“Yours or mine?”
“Yours to pull the sled,
mine to die here.”

Mawson buried Mertz under snow on a glacier

Antarctic explorers
travelling still
as nature allows

1 Comment

Posted by on 27 January, 2012 in #MoP12, haiku, POEMS


One response to “120127 Antarctic Glaciers

  1. Thomas Davis

    29 January, 2012 at 12:40 pm

    What a chilling poem. It strikes at our humanity while still, strangely, speaking of the strength of the human spirit. This is good work.


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