Nanook Of The North - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Nanook of the North
“My rope is, ” said Nanook to a seal.
“Made of your intestine; your skin.”
And the fight with howling, kept going.
“Don’t resist; no fight back.”
And the rest was movie of the wars.
Stand, fall, slide, walk and keep on.
Then sledge tied to dogs; load is seal.
Once such life was true, part of us…
Now silence of fear; what a shame!
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