WHEN THE ICE HAS LEFT ICELAND

 When the ice has left Iceland

What will happen to you?

When the ice has left Iceland

What, then, will I do?

No ice, no spice

No life, no love

Just tainted water from the heights above

 

We could sail the lakes there,

Where there once was snow

(which was not that long ago)

We could build a boat

A kind of Noah’s Ark

And sail it close to the new ice-skating park

 

And the Icelanders,

What of them now

Perhaps they will now be called

No Icelanders somehow

With their icy peaks no longer there

Just jagged rocks rising everywhere

 

No Iceland

No Ireland

No Scotland

No Greenland

 

No England

No Falklands

No Lapland

New Zealand

 

No Thailand

No Poland

No Finland

Swaziland

 

Switzerland

Netherlands

New Foundland

Nobody’s-around-land

 

NO MANS LAND