The ice is covered with mints. Mint ants wander the ice. They're
ceramic white, like powerline insulators. Newly minted ants. Man tits.
Praying mint ants, on their six chitinous knees in the ice, praying for
more ultraviolet. Praying for more birds and slime.

Thing is, there isn't a single ant in the Antarctic. Is there. There are
antibodies, though. Antibodies swirl in the ultraviolet vortexes over the
south pole. I want to be the new south pole! Soon I will stand at the
axis of the earth and give the previous Pole a much needed vacation.
He'll wander about the earth, as they say the poles have over the aeons.
Maybe he'll take up residence in Swabia, or in a mud hut in the Rub al-
Khali, or maybe in Hyperboreas.