I, Poor Walrus Calf

by Hector Poole

STRANDED by melting sea ice,
I, a poor walrus calf, bark
into the ever blackening sky
and god answers back
with an echo
in a slightly higher pitch
that may mean something I don't know

I am hungry for walrus food
but all of it, like my future,
is frozen, and I have
no
microwave

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