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(for the man found frozen in the head of the glacier)

1.

Round my ruins they will restlessly run
Like a curtained walled castle, I'll be archaeology.
Finding reasons, legions of questions
they will rip what remains of me apart.

They'll know more about me than I ever did.
Having a thousand answers for every question I posed.
They will find the ill-made arrow heads
the ill-starred bow, never blessed by a priest
or the taste of a deer.

It was not my wish that my tale survived
I am glad at least that I have no name

2.

As the snagging snow falls to finally cover me
I don't bother to pray and say my final words.

I
I know
I'm Ektoum-Ektoum
failure sits with me already.

I attempted the hills to find a new home,
up into the peaks of high summer pastures.
But I found only hardship, the harshness of winter.
I found that we had nothing to eat.

The wind now cries and sounds like my baby.
This scares me

the snow keeps falling

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