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The heart's valves flutter
like bull kelp before
the rush and push of waves
in a black rock vein

and the blue glacier groans,
through boulders,
down the riven side
pulling and pushing.

As the iceflow cracks,
the orcas blow steam into the dark,
the ice creaks and crunches,
the men jump back into their boats,
their freezing hands pull at the oars
before all becomes too late.