The glacier

Wait for the song

When her white caps tip into waves

When her tones creak and go wrong

Once that intrepid motherfucker caves

 
Wait for the crashes

She slides, balances, then dashes

All things above her she values

But she spits him out fucked all the same

 
Wait for the spectacle

When her crescendos peak then arch

When those above starve and parch

Once he’s been hectored into submission

 
Reminisce the calm

Before the ice was broken

When silence stifled any harm

And that intrepid cunt stood unperturbed