Trickster from the north comes down as an Arctic wind;
nights plummet to zero, air solid ice; we frozen minions
of the earth travel in our warm cars to our destinations
never knowing whether the place will be there upon our
arrival; planes take off to vanish in midair; people walk
the windy street & suddenly disappear; oh, Hannahanna,
when will u open ur eyes awake to see ur breath of clouds
forsake all heat to travel to ur cold ***** there to rest &
generate the lasting frost only hot bronze spear can pierce,
slashing the woolly mammoth's backside; the meat
of which we take back to dine on in the dark; spreading the
mammoth's pelt on the cold cave's floor for warmth; eat,
Ḫepat, eat the meat of the mother mammoth & grow
ur long legs perfectly as u stand up in the light & dance
for the howling monkeys in the shadows; eyes glowering
in their primitive Ice Age heads as we wingedly rise on
the wind outdoors over icy hills & tundra, spirits who know
no chilling time; no ice on our feathers although u lay like
a glacier inching across the deep white tips pink in the
red sun; below which u grow mountainous & swallow the earth
whole in ur fiery hot mouth red as the sun & as pink as ur top
u are on ur bottom, bending Loki to thine Will, as ye hath
done so many cold seasons before so deeply and so sure