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In the time before the warming,
when snow and ice and cold
defined us.

When seals blood
was not dense with poison.

Before men who'd never
been freezing

created precise boundaries.

Before it rained during summer.
Before Christian names.

Before our Shaman
had to keep stories hidden.

Before whisky, before smokes,
before children committed suicide.

Before we stopped pinching
the hearts of birds.

Before we stopped wiping
our children clean with our hair,

Before Nanook left
the land that had forever
belonged to him,

there lived the moon whale.

As long as three men,
heavy as two ice bears.

My father could make the same
special whistles, clicks and knocks.

Now the moon whale rots on the sea bed,
a memory of a magic this world
was too weak for.

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