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But now alas, the heavens stretch
  A canopy of cloud;
The landscape sadly vanishes
  Beneath an ashen shroud.
The breath of glaciers rolling down
  Upon the heaving tide
Incites the sullen [?] to
  A wrath intensified
The Elder is a dancing fleat
  Upon an ocean wide
No more the deck is people by
  A photographing throng
No more the arctic deck is praised
  Because it is so long
No more the graphophone recites
  Its tantalizing song
No more the appetite applauds
  The solo of the gong.
The flour sharp grimly turns his [?]
  Upon the lower deck
The bird-fiend virus with wistful eye
  The tempting arsenie.
The snoker spins a gruesome jam
  Of hurricane and wreck
The fossil sharp feels "rocky" in
  The region of his vest.
The bear-less hunter broods upon
  His blood-extracting pest
And deems too frequenct reference
  A more than doubtfull jest
Where Nature frowns a shadow dims
  The color of our dream
The flow of life no longer runs
  A clear unsullied dream
We almost wish we could believe
Things are not what they seem
Kodiak - July 20, 99
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