Here
at the end of the world, reside two great seas
In-between
resides a great waterway
With
endless depths beyond access—
Where
ten-thousand dead faces rest below
From its deep-sea floor—out from its reaching
arms—
To
the South Shetland Islands
“Who
are you—” I question?
And
the echo comes from the passageway floor:
“I
am the Drake? And you, you are no more
Than leaf afloat above my waters…!”
No: 2819 (10-2010)
