Ice below and ice above - I知 caught between. Should I smash upward or be drilling down? Can I burst out and not lose hope? That痴 to be seen. And so I work on while I wait in visa town. The ice above me - hear it break and crack! I知 sweating like a ploughman from the plough. Like the ships in songs, oh I will come back! I値l remember all - even the old poems now. I知 under half a century - barely forty. I am kept alive by God, and by you. But I will sing when I stand before the Almighty; And I値l have my songs to see me through.
John Farndon + Olga Nakston. Translation, 2022