Feverdream
Scott’s party reached the South Pole
Only to find Amundsen’s flag there first.
I turn over to my right side with my ear
Against the pillow, and I hear their footsteps
In the snow and sleet, and their pacing is
Fairly even, like a metronome with attitude.
Explorers marching to their death.
The cairn built by those who found Scott and
Two others frozen is now well under
Antarctica's ice.
Still, I hear them trudging, slogging in time
To my pulse.
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