DENIAL
Under a circle
of unchanging sky,
morning, noon, night,
we float,
our ice floe (lovely
rainbow in the everlasting
sun) pitching in waves
and reaching nowhere
in an arctic sea.
Yesterday we shared
our last biscuit;
today melt water
sucked through
swollen lips.
I whisper,
"If I'm first . . . "
Your hand across my mouth
halts sound with never.
But under my ring, the skin
is stained green.