Three Views Of Churchill
1. Research Station
The body develops its strategies for war inside the glass of the mind. Canadians have been breathing their flu into the icy tundra ponds. A cookie was dropped from the tundra buggy, the chocolate chip exploded the arctic. The polar bear sniffed the wind 5kms away. I must keep very still while my throat is attacked my its own bacteria. A war is being waged. I observe it, as I drift in and out of sleep and sickness, the enemy is running up the glacial scree of my time on earth. The shorter daylight hours draw me back down into myself. The arctic hare has grown enormous, white before snow. Each ptarmigan flock a small white blizzard, waiting for minus forty. They bleat like ducks, the tundra echoes their bloodline. A ptarmigan knows all it needs to know for a ptarmigan. No bird is dumb, owl or grouse. If you want to club and pluck them skinless, you must uname them. Dead intelligence doesn't sit well in our digestive systems. Look, you have not seen this calm day. It is night outside the research station. |
