If They Are Ruined, I'M Also Ruined Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

If They Are Ruined, I'M Also Ruined

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Amundsen bitterly confesses to us, his crew:

'I don’t mind if I become a winner or one they hate, *
whether Scott will burn my diary, my only sample,
spreading rumors that he stepped first on Antarctica.
I mind only not to lose my friends, like friend Nobile,
or to lose the seventy degrees Celsius below zero,
or the wind of three hundred kilometers per hour.
For if the glaciers are ruined, I'm also ruined.
What’s the reason of our life if theirs is melt? ’

Τhe penguins and seals cried with him,
glaciers torn to pieces, scream with White Thunder.
I felt sad for my mother country, so far away, *
that the attackers want to melt, suddenly, unjust
to spread the blackening blood on her white body.

Returning home I save his words in my mind:
If at any time a vortex threatens my boat
I’ll penetrate my two oars deeply in its mouth,
so as to swell its stomach and burst it off,
set my back up as a sail, have the breeze to push,
then paddle with my hands to reach the coast.

Here is my boat at a level of seventy meters,
is floating, now resting on a hill of Cyprus,
like the Ark of Life on Ararat.



© JosephJosephides

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