poem: Greenland

white whale of a place split open — climb in, ride
her out to see: what new thing we can make
of ourselves. theory-people with cold-faces —
surge of mountains rucked up —
ice and blue doll-land, also dripping maw
of fast death, careless, bought-in gamble and
unable to be thought-through, -out of. saying this
aberration is historical: blood memory says go, take —
place as ours to eat, people gorged sensual and golden
on ice-land, faces ringed like caesar and carried,
in hastily bought parkas, over to doomed son: we all know
how history factory-farms land like this
to pieces — still we are inheritors of pain and know now
to keep (England) green and all her descendants. we must
move out, souls to shocked-heights, man on a mountain
will bower-world left behind, mantis silent — we must
extend, say, doomed son, we take this place
for you and you make it next possibility, next
paradise and next fall.