ICECUBISTS

THE SHEND,HE TALKED TO ME
HE SAID 'THEY'RE SLICES OF ICE,
WITH A PICTURE IN EACH'.
WE THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE GOOD

WITH TWO BRIGHT BLADES WE CUT
SLICES FROM THE MELTING SLAB,
BUT THERE WERE SCUFFLES OUTSIDE
AND KNOCKS AND INTERRUPTING MEN

THE SHEND,HE TALKED TO ME
"BEFORE OUR BRAIN-BLADES GET DULL
LET'S FINISH SLICING UP THE BLOCK"
I SAID "OR CRUSH IT UP"

THE SHEND, HE TALKED TO ME