Facts dominate the landscape today.

Can’t say when it started, but it’s plain

And hard to argue with projections, rock, sky. Capped

With snow and coldness, they are liable

To blow at any minute. Not live, but when is a

volcano ever not?

Obsequious, black and precious, the cold stone

Harbours hidden power: the strongest magnet you

Have ever seen. Pulling your compass, inexplicably,

Away from the good, true North. Somewhere Northeast,

They say, but really, there’s only one solution.

It’s been demagnetized.