I am Nanook.
I was forged in the cold and the darkness of a barren land.
In the arctic we live the hard way.
We kill to survive.
We survive to make love.
In the barren land of the north.


I know no pity
and understand my existence.
I am killer.
I know nothing else.
I bundle myself in the best of hides
and walk into the darkness of the tundra;
the arctic air touches my lungs
my eyes become focused
the hunt begins.


The light enters into this day
many miles now behind me.
I sense my pray upon the wind
I can taste its flesh upon my tongue
I am killer…I am death.


The blinding snow tells a story
hide and live, move and face death.
I shall never hide
for I am Nanook.


In time my tracks disappear
the blowing snow resets everything.
Keep listening to the wind
for it holds the key to survival.


Ignorance is a tripping stone
and the leading cause of death.
Step lightly when walking
and hold your breath
for your lover longs to hear your voice
in the darkness where she awaits.


The land of ice and stone is all I need
its simplicity devastates complicated minds.
The only commodity here is your life
and wisdom only increases its value.
Hide and live, move and face death.
I am Nanook
I am death.

Author Michael Plante