Cintia Santana

Issue #
October 3, 2017

Apocryphon of Ice

upon a time
                    the ice advanced
                                    the trees

                                                                                          step by
                                                                                                     glacial lobe receded
                                                                                                                       ice tongue
                                                                                                          end moraine

                                                                                                                       in a land without trees
                                                                                                     build with bone
                                                                                                            my hand in the dark
                                                                                                    thigh-high snow
                                                                                                                           skin boat, quiet

                                                                             my hand in the dark
                                                                                     thigh-high snow
                                                                           swing saw
                                    bade me

                                               ice trade          bade me
                                               ice market          bade me

               pack ice
when the bush plane came
                            ice fog

                                                              oil the man said
                                                                                  brand new
                                                                                               more, too
                                                                                                      aching to be drilled

                                                                                                             pipeline followed the road
                                                                                                                           floating city
                                                                                                              awake at night
                                                                                                                         heat-joy in my bones

                     skim, newly formed
between earth and

                           fluted by meltwater
                                         I forded
                           o pilot our boat

                                                                                             floe edge
                                                                                                               ceiling of ice, split
                                                                                       sun lit the sea

                                                                                                               ice cellar filled with

wintering grounds still
                                                                                                        veins, blue-bleeding
                                                                                                                      fanned toward the sea

                shore-fast ice.                                                                                breaks mottled
                                                                                                                                  open stretch

a road of water over                                                                                                darkness
                ringed the island
a road of water over                                                                                     polar
a road of water over                                                                                              pull of the sun
a road of water over                                                                                                                         calved
ice sheets
      shelf ice
      sea ice
                                                                           drift ice
                                                                                                                 anchor ice

                                                                                                                                            ice famine

                                                                                                                                   breakaway slab
                                                                                                                       in need of

         my hand in the dark


               joy in my


                                                                                        when the first snow fell
                                                                                                          it fell for you

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