11-1-93
The stench of butchered whales
permeates the entire village,
making even the new snow
smell like greasy blubber.
Dark red trails through
freshly fallen powder,
lead to new homes
of cinder blocks and concrete,
with electric lights and heat,
meat smokers and freezers.
The Innuit children
are dressed for Halloween,
and well insulated
little ghosts and goblins
trick-or-treat,
under the cheerful supervision
of proud Eskimo parents
with automatic weapons.
The smell of blood in the air
draws predacious polar bears
to casually roam the streets
under the northern lights.
Thalarctos Maritimus
still stalks its prey
with his huge white paws
over a bulbous black nose,
to conceal the cloud of breath,
and blend into the snow.
He and his sisters
still have not
adapted and learned
that Human Beings
are no longer
part of their diet.