Arctic Idol

My grunts vibrate over the North Pole,
travelling right thro’ the growing ozone hole,
then bounce and rise to the silvery moon…
So well I can scream and howl, and even croon!

Then I overdo acting, like the misbegotten hams,
And I roar louder, to drown the deafening drums.
I also throw my weight around, jerk for all I’m worth!‘Cause
I’m the First, the Only, Idol of the North

Poetry by Stanislaw Kapuscinski (a.k.a Stan I.S. Law)

Ice sculpture and project in Gesso-duro by Bozena Happach

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