The Ice Around My Limbs

Subzero icecaps,

Early morning pre-sunrise.

What should be a prelude to some great beginning

Is again,

As always,

A trick of the mind.

My arctic current bloodflow

Refuses to run warm

As the age old evils still tread,

Like they always have,

Nibbling away at my arteries.

Cardiac decay in the depths of the Arctic.

Years and years and years and years…

Only predators have that special glint in their eyes

While the innocent are hunted

Under the ice sheets

(Trapped).

In droves, they are taken by the beasts.

And my beast still lays in wait:

Dormant heat.

The warmth within me, hungry

(Desperate?),

Waits above the ocean surface

Atop the largest sheet of ice

And shiver shiver shivers

The night through,

Alone.

The most gentle beast…

She waits and prays for global warming.

Even the warmth within her won’t melt the ice she lies upon.

But maybe,

She thinks,

After one failed hunt and another,

Just maybe a rising sea line will

Melt

The ice around her limbs.