The Ice Is Listening: Ii. The Ice Is Listening

The ice is listening
Unblinking
It waits
The ice would only hold
Its tongue
So long
It has borne time
Without complaint
The ice would only hold
Its tongue
So long
It has borne time
Without complaint
History soothed
And made still
By spotless cold
But now the waters
Fret at its sides
And the ice
Is pressed
At last
To speak
Sunk low
For shame
The ice gives itself up
And everything
Is spilled