Ice sculptures

Ice Sculptures


The water froze today

so I went out into the chilling pinprick


last night’s gale a frozen whisper

ringing in the preserved whimper of

the frost glazed grass


I brought out my block of ice and

scratched scratched scratched

with my nice pianist fingers

and sculpted gulping figures

their transparent figures enchanced

by the lifelike hue of blood


I wanted to feel my fingers

so I took our letters

and set them alight–

love bruns well I’ve heard


the soul cleaving warmth of

ti amo

ti amo

flowed like the melted sculptures to the earth


as the last ash lay

in the sea’s embrace

a melted whisper passed

saying beautiful things never last.

The Blobbing Fish.