The Distant Inequalities

Habeas monstrous.
No one saw him die.
He just disappeared.

We think he’s out there,
Circling near the pole,
Staying out of sight.

When there’s not enough
Ice left for hiding
And not enough bears

For eating, he’ll turn
And head south again,
Or just climb on board

A passing tanker,
Speaking mournfully
And eloquently

When killing the crew.
He’ll slip out somehow,
Gigantic shadow,

Lonesome creature, not
Prometheus but
Your forbidden fire.