Today’s Poem : The Behaviour Of Ice

The Behaviour Of Ice

In the Arctic, Inuit elders
only drink water from icebergs.

Their taste buds are not adjusted
to chlorine.

The light in the north
is never simple.

The Aurora Borealis
are ancestors playing with a walrus skull.

Children not yet born.

A gift from the dead
to the living.

In the Arctic, ravens bark like dogs.

You remember the eyes
of every seal wounded,
every seal slaughtered.

You remember every smudge
of every baby whale
being swallowed up by the tide,

you remember every mothers final song.

You must know how ice behaves
in the Arctic, and speak cautiously of the cold,
for it is always listening.

 

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