A Song of Ice and Fire

A Song of Ice and Fire

“Fear is for the winter… when the snows fall a hundred feet

deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north.

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

               

What is the most precious

part of your body,

your house of stillness?

Do you remember

that your fingers

are places of prayer?

One never knows

where the body is going.

Concentrate on what you might

acquire. A mate, a pilgrimage

to somewhere distant

in the heart, a brain

unlocked or left to ruin,

and ears for music:

A Song of Ice and Fire.

Is it that thing

between your legs?

Bowed down by words

like firewood, clenched

with words like ice…

language is for the coward

who thinks a rule

is nice at any price.

Oh my Ariel, you are in your

eighties now, a universe apart.

Seven realms in long summer days,

but soon will winter come.