CREATION.

I

Distance curved

And carved a rictus face

Out of the ice

Between us

That had settled since

The last sun made

Sweat filter

Through

The universe’s frock.

And winter’s grin

Was stronger than spring’s laughter;

Lingering between

The East

And Western poles

Of one disaster

Or another

That claimed a name

To part us,

Whilst atoms grieved

To see the loneliness

Their history

Had collected

Stretched ever onwards

Without hope

Of being etched

Upon a surface

Worthy of it.