Posted in Antarctica


1200 people
hungry electrons
spinning around the nucleus of a single kitchen.
Limited medical facilities
2500 miles to nearest hospital
food borne illness constantly thought of
and unthinkable.
Sanitation. Mandatory.
Infection control. Essential

An expensive machine was installed in the pot wash
to combat dangers of raw meat
Fiendishly expensive
from Minnesota, Michigan or Wisconsin.
It never worked properly
dismantle and return
have a specialist make house call.

House call it is
from Minnesota or Michigan or Wisconsin
via Port Hueneme California
and New Zealand
to McMurdo Antarctica.
The visiting specialist conducts endoscopic examination
the diagnosis accessible and jargon free
“it’s fucked in the guts.”

For the back story click Backstage



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.

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