a soulless place of sterile ice
navigating with a freezing compass
fog steaming water stole heat
mutiny just below the surface
frost rimed sails and slippery rigging
belay pins solid in their mountings
winch gear frozen solid
ropes, stone carved on deck
our furniture is all burned
the bonfire of our vanity
poison food-tins, leaden
only witness to this insanity, Innuits
our last testament a cairn letter
all died in agony or just froze
God, this is a terrible place...