A Polar Explorer

All the huskies are eaten. There is no space

left in the diary, And the beads of quick

words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face

adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.

Next, the snapshot of his sister. He doesn't spare his kin:

what's been reached is the highest possible latitude!

And, like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude

queen, it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.

1977, translated by the author.