The iceberg blinked And the sailors squinted against the cold. It couldn't be seen, with the sky so full of stars And ice splinters making halos around the lamps. Things seem to disappear, Just so. You say you should have known, But you were in the bracing wind or Sweat was dripping into your eyes Or something. Whatever it was, it meant That what happened next felt inevitable. Felt like Zeus aiming his bolt at your heart. Felt like time buckling Or your soul from a forgotten past life Shoving you--go on, now. Go.