#Poem Children of the White Islands

Tonight, in furtherance,
the star shapes are all wrong
chilly moon

Snow, everywhere, conforms to my feet
ice-ants nip
I steal fur from dead warriors

In the future
when this 12-year process is over
I will have no need for dreams

but for now, I should practice an attitude
that will avoid generating suspicion and hostility –
a suitable vulnerability


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