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Inuksuk Hunter

Inuksuk Hunter
                         Seen, and unseen, white in, stars out
                                        Snow slices air.
                     Seal Mukluks shuffling, toes in seal hair
                    Electrons knife into ice, tangentially chill
            From aurora’s greenish lights dancing a whistle’s will.
                                           The Inuit
                                            hunter
          Clothed inside out, and outside in by caribou hollow hair
                   Feels belly sweat trickle, get sucked in by air
                              From steady dog team gait
                          Across the tectonic tundra plate
                                Of Mother’s molten gut.
                     Shafting silver frost, stalagmites up
                                       To startles
                                       In sparkles.
                       His eyes stare through slits of bone
                        Crossing frigid fault lines of stone.
                   He listens to language of snow and of gale
                Senses ancestral tongue speaking from drifting trail.
                  The snow squeaks of density, depth and of place.
 Homeward bound                                                        in swirling might
As frozen asteroids                                                          in cosmic flight
Crater his pupils                                                              in lunar impact
Nothing but blue                                                                  pained light
Seen before the                                                                    end of sight
In a day                                                                                     of night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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