Lady Avalanche
Now look how desolate we've grown together,
such a lonesome pair; you and your remote polar star,
possessing a destitute coldness all your own.
Idly, I watched, as you claimed for yourself
your own sovereign arctic sub-region.
How my proud army of leather headed masculinity mocked,
as your gelid, limpid flag fell densely in the cold snow carrying winds.
Now I see, it was no laughing matter.
You ruled your newly founded, frostbit nation
behind the icy stonewall of isolation,
like a self suppressive commander and chief.
Censuring every line of communication,
insulating the hearth,
levying the spring,
Taxing our livelihood, as if you were entitled to all
of what little we claimed.
You sank your mouth into a murky well of unvoiced thought,
sequestered yourself from the truth, casting its search light,
delivering luminary aid to the outside world.
To escape your closed boarders of tyranny,
I cloistered myself in paperback cells and leather-bound bondage,
abdicating my authority to the pages of a book.
Now I reside in exile,
here on this island.
An island
inhabited only by these
howling wraiths and abandoned wharfs.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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