The submarine cannot sail
through a frozen lake
in an underground cave.
The pilot peeks from the tower,
climbs onto the steel,
pirouettes across the ice,
stopping at the rock.
A bearded man squats
on an outcropping,
brandishing a burly branch
above his rival below.
The winner takes a
hibernating vessel,
stuck to the surface,
interior lights starting to dim.
When the fragrance of spring
thaws the ice,
will anyone be there
to greet the machine?
Submarine Salvation by Simon Christiansen | Poetry Reed Diffuser
$20.00Price
