If I am wrong this is going to make me look as stupid as I feel.
The Ross Ice shelf is either side the date line roughly between 160 East and160 West.
y the Admiralty Mountains,
across the shore of the McMurdo
from Erebus the volcano,
on the shining icy water,
stands a cyclone for tomorrow,
brought on by the moon’s first quarter.
Close as death yet on shore yielding,
what is this thing floating flying
like the goose the bird the eider,
yet not a bird alone nor again a flock beside her,
come to lay the eggs of wisdom
in the home of Weatherlawyer.
Here is blackness on the water.
Vulcan’s daughter bringing cyclones
to the slaughter in the houses of America.
In the place that has the weather
with the grace of heaven’s river:
Dark it rose before the ice floes,
rose the black and gloomy cyclone,
rose the first to touch the shoreline;
right before it hit the ice shelf,
as it crossed the planet’s dateline
on the shining southern Arctic,
black as ice that forms in mornings
full of frost in days without sun;
runs across the Ross Ice Shelf
to crash ashore upon the evening
to crash ashore on the peninsular,
to crash upon the Ford Mountains
and to hit the the Flood Ranges,
mount the mountains causing changes
as it darkens till at midnight change is.
As from heaven came the signal to the fool,
the crank magician,
woke him from his bed as lumber with a call
that smote his dreaming.
Rise and take the piss you felon,
failed you have this tale in telling,
no more sleep will you be having
until the final revelation of the cyclone
on the river that in summer remains frozen.
Far away across the planet
lies the busy North Atlantic
where the winds that cross that water
fill with one gigantic system
in sympathy with cyclone Ita
in the tropics are not happening.
For the charts lack this phenomenon,
no sign is there that such a system
has its place on the Atlantic.
What the devil can be happening
as Wednesdays child,
a giant cyclone fills the South Australian Basin
all the way down to Wilkes Land
in the continent white and barren?
In the stood a signal undecoded,
the point of which I’d thought of writing
but of course at last neglected,
remained undone the disaffected
lapse of North Atlantic cyclone.
In the charts from far off ‘Stralia,
warning came in January
of spinning cyclone showered a plenty
in particular Ian and Colin,
bracketing the land that showed them
to the world in charts synoptic.
Yet the busy North Atlantic
with all the people therein watching
caused no sign of those winds blowing,
far away to there be showing.
Thus it was in January,
in the first month,
in its middle,
came the answer to this riddle
far way in time God given
remained unseen this sign from heaven.
Thus it was that Weatherlawyer
in his infamy derided,
wrote the doggerel before you
as a sign of his contrition,
as a sign unheeded pointed
to tornadoes to be avoided:
Halfway through an epic masterpiece like the above and it does this to me:
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