knife edge through blubber
murder of crows above
blood and obsidian

song of the hunter’s time
patient above a hole
long will the story speak
children and wives for ears.

White ache the trick of day
White glare on blue and grey
White shadow, powdered path
Blue white the trick of night

still, in the waiting squat.
sun and moon rise as one
new breath of yesterday
gathers around his form.

pressure of water flow
seen on the silver thread
black eyes and purple nose
meet the harpoon as red.

Praise of the air I breathe.
Praise of the storm to come.
Praise of the measured strike.
That which he kills he loves.

knife edge through blubber
murder of crows in space
blood and obsidian
spilled in an ancient place