We eat meat needled with toxins, breathe air infected with heat.
In the spirit world, the ice is thick again and clean.
The drums, dances and stories which held the ice together, have fallen silent.
Waves are changing shape.
I can no longer draw a map from memory, for the land changes faster than I can blink.
At night the ocean screams.
We sit up, afraid to fall asleep, afraid we'll wake with water where our lungs should be.
Three moons ago, I came face to face with Nanuq, as the last light thumbed its way across the sky.
I could smell his rotting teeth. His eyes were all fear. He lay down before me and died.
The old ways disappeared with his final breath.
I left him there, rocking gently on melting ice, black water licking at his nose.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
