ButIhaveto godownamongtherocks the glacierleft and squatat the edge of the water where astinkingpile of them lies, where onecrow balances and sinks itsbeak into a gelideye.
The promised land at day's end, where gelid martinis--conical pools of bliss--glow with platinum dew and sit atop their long pelican legs on the mahogany bar, sentries overlooking bowls of salty nuts.