History (i)

I imagine the dry crack,
unremarkable;

no one to observe the fissure,
all but invisible, on the distant face

of the glacier; impossibly slow
the slide of white on white;

the roar of descent, the splash
of the berg unheard –

their echoes yet to be born
at such a latitude, such a longitude:

this is how history is launched:
a frozen chunk of past drifting

blindly, with deadly precision,
into the future.

 

15 April 2012 – centenary of the Titanic sinking


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