All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
left in the diary, And the beads of quick
words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.
Next, the snapshot of his sister. He doesn't spare his kin:
what's been reached is the highest possible latitude!
And, like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude
queen, it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.
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Comments1JUST READ 'A POLAR EXPLORER'. DIDN'T REALLY GET THE HYPE. FELT A LIL TOO DARK AND CONFUSING, ESPECIALLY THAT BIZZARE ENDING WITH THE GANGRENE AND SILK STOCKING. WON'T SAY IT'S MY CUP OF TEA. POETRY SHOULD TRANSPORT YOU, NOT DEPRESS YOU. HUSKIES EATEN, REALLY?