Sits an uncomfortable follow on thought of excess.
Held fast by id and a sense of knowing no is yes.
Some times as close as a turn of a page.
Stopped from turning by the knowing decision of age.
If Scott had put one ton camp where it was supposed to be.
A few more life saving miles south you see.
Had he taken as was always planned four to the pole.
Kept scientific endeavour as his ultimate goal.
Chipping away at a frozen sleeping bag, as he searched into his ill fated soul.
Was not part of the frozen prize he realised.
As everyone cried
For all who died.