Poem: ‘The Prometheus Ice Company’
Richard Devine, 1 September 1988
The cracking of wax On hoods is today’s First report of heat.
The Prometheus Ice Company Has expanded
Its fleet Of blue and White wagons.
Find them At the hottest spots In town.
Once one crashed And the ice rolled Like diamonds.
People took it Dripping Off the asphalt
As police drew up Like azure gods, wailing.