It is a thawed ice-age glacier

That slices our country

Ocean to ocean

No one has fathomed it

Boys have fallen in

No bones are ever recovered

No light can search water

So thick with past

When the world is ember

Still as the winter trees

I have seen the

blurry black image

of something slithering

Then a great back

Going against the current

We have all seen it

From this water we feed

I have had its dreams

Our minds are full of dragons