Dark Heart

The moon is a silver ulu

Flensing the black skin of sky

Full and dull

Slim and sharp

Opening the flesh

Of the night

As caribou move

Ghost shapes shifting swiftly

In the slight glimmer of snow

And hunters wait

In the soft curve of a drift

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