Antarctica, Day Thirty-eight

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Antarctica, Day Thirty Eight

 

Our expedition faltered today.

We miscalculated our supplies.

First, the pemmican ran out,

then the water. Please, God,

let me pass tonight.

As I write this,

my lover

has grown

cold.



 

I just learned about the Nonnet form ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonnet ) tonight, and something about its shape on the page made me think of dwindling, which coincided with a recent book I read about the difficulties of early Antarctic expeditions.

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