Iceberg
Margaret V.Doran
Solid wall of ice
a continent and more of cold
that floats without roots
whose base plows and plumbs
the depths of hyaline
many times more largely
than the visible
draws water from the sea
and grows, a living thing
leaves the ocean saltier
its frigidity suspending salt decay
calves in thunderous cavalcade
amid splashing and groaning
ever growing, ever dying
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Updated March 8, 2005
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