Saskatchewan Artist Poem by nathan martin

north by northen

they live in villages of 8 to 10 people,
dont pay rent and make art out of multi
colored buttons and old bent tire rims.

they have warm smiles and icicle
beards that hang down in a
furrowed eccentric mess.

they are eskimos that write with
red ball point pens and speak french
fluently. except when they slip on the
ice they may curse and cry.

thier tears freeze into crystal cathedrals
with paintings of redemption
hanging along its walls.

they redeem us all.