by Martin Murie
Poetry
Casino Bear © 2011 Martin Murie |
(Swans - May 23, 2011)
With the white men in the far north
came muskets and rifles
and now shore ice vanishing,
sea ice melting, tundra turning mushy.
That bear is looking at his tribe,
their great danger.
We need the Union soldier
we need ol' Abe
we need the bear.
Look up from the dice, the cards,
the whiskey, the house odds
to that bear's face.
That bear is looking beyond all of us.
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