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Deep in the sea there are currents.
Some persist for centuries, plunging off of the silty shelves,
and sweeping before them an unresisting jumble of debris,
which they take with them into the stygian depths.
A chill river flows from the glacier's toe,
bringing with it all the glacier carries,
and depositing its load where no sun shines.
What has the river borne, I wonder, in the millennia of its flowing,
and can any part of its burden ever return to lighted lands?

If a young man, far from his tent and his warm soft wife,
were to fall into a crevasse while hunting the caribou,
would his companions be able to draw him out?
Would they drag his frozen corpse on a travois
with them, back to his mourning people?
If he fell too far, shattering green bones on cliffs of ice,
where the gentle snow kissed his boots and his blue, glistening cheek,
would the glacier take him to that cold, dark river,
source of an icy current that has no end?
What would find him, I wonder, in that fell flowing,
and can such a man hope ever to return to day's dominion?

There are no mariners hardy enough
to ply these frigid currents of the deep, but if there were,
surely a cold and lost young man might find a berth,
perhaps as cabin boy on a ship
whose captain would seek the lightless reefs
where aberrant creatures build cathedrals
that no one ever sees.
These ramparts and towers guard their
owners from reivers of the depths;
pirates wild and shaggy, whose
garments are their own tentacled skins,
and whose eyes can never close.
What would become of a cabin boy in these cold dark seas,
and can a young man find passage back to the world above,
where a new wife still grieves for her dead first love,
to return unlooked-for in his cloak still freezing?

 

Copyright © 2003 David C. Kopaska-Merkel

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David C. Kopaska-Merkel sifts sand by day and struggles with a centuried farmhouse by night. In between, he writes poetry, which can be found in his latest books, The Ruined City and Shoggoths, both available from ProjectPulp.com or Shocklines.com. David's previous publications in Strange Horizons can be found in our Archive. For more about him, visit his website.



David C. Kopaska-Merkel won the 2006 Rhysling Award for a collaboration with Kendall Evans, edits Dreams & Nightmares magazine, and has edited Star*Line and several Rhysling anthologies. His poems have appeared in Asimov’s, Strange Horizons, and elsewhere. A collection, Some Disassembly Required, winner of the 2023 Elgin Award, is available from him at jopnquog@gmail.com.
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