Source:
Adults
Author:
jonny graham
Title:
North .
Needles don't lie . Polarity steers true . Up on the top of the world , the beleaguered sanctuary of purity where ice floes crash in the blue . Where polar bears roam in carniverous defiance on the run and shrinking alone . And the Inuit shrugs his shoulders and wishes again for the days when the cold cut to the bone . No more ice house , this modern settlement of an outpost home . Aurora , dance for me , in the land of the midnight sun , as the gasfield exploiters come , and rape the land of the now not so free . In the footsteps of frostbite . Over the head of the curving Earth . The rumbling echo of crackling glaciers . Grumbling like arctic monsters , the death throes of thaw , carved up from birth . Head up , head North . Breathe purity . Look down on the world and sigh . Farewell from the crunching pack ice . From the continent that is struggling to stay alive .
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