Eskimos
Autumn gone and absent
went the legs, short skirts.
Degree shows the minus
Six to ten; sum- them-up.
Bundled up
robotic statues are people
mittens are their hands and
warm their boots with false fur.
I think of First Nations
In old days;
and early invaders…
in the cold of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem