Soapstone
carved into likenesses of men and women
from places where ice hardness, steel ulu
and community are one.
And those
who hunt caribou, eat their meat, wear their skins,
are brought south, further than they ever traveled
while following the herds.
Leaving
a barren landscape where every shade of blue
reflected off snow, every ice floe split-crack, holds
intimate knowledge.
Now freed
from their land, frozen history, Inukshuk’s throaty
songs of northern skies, are displayed behind glass
under artificial light.
carved into likenesses of men and women
from places where ice hardness, steel ulu
and community are one.
And those
who hunt caribou, eat their meat, wear their skins,
are brought south, further than they ever traveled
while following the herds.
Leaving
a barren landscape where every shade of blue
reflected off snow, every ice floe split-crack, holds
intimate knowledge.
Now freed
from their land, frozen history, Inukshuk’s throaty
songs of northern skies, are displayed behind glass
under artificial light.
Comment