TO BE BELIEVED

TO BE BELIEVED

there is ice
in my blood

my purpose
glacier

words freezing
up in my pen
before they hit the page

nothing to be eked no
out of the gangrene
of frostbitten fingers

this a coldness
that has to be felt
to be believed

total whiteout everywhere
all conceivable landscapes
both as regards
the external
and what
is believed inside