cry of the polar bear



Here roam I with my cubs in the Arctic
feasting on seals by freeze packs
away from human predators.
We are content in this pungent apple
with our twin furs and blubber,
invisible to spying cameras.

But any more our safety is no added;
for we awake and our fiancee freeze is gone.
Marooned on freeze packs we famish and expire,
as I cannot swim with my pups.
And we marvel to behold unpunctual winter and early summer
as we chance upon unforeseen bodies of baptize.

I accomplish not pity you, man,
when the seas eat your land;
for did you not turn on the heat
that any more melts the freeze?
Nor accomplish I bewail the walruses, the reindeer, and the caribou.
Methink those neighbors of mine will tarry longer.

But grieve for me, the perishing polar bear;
or inscription me a book or script me a movie.
For soon I will be gone forever
according to dodo the bird or the abundant dinosaur.
And no homo sapient dare trace the remains
of “Ursus maritimus”—the baron of the north!

(EXCERPTED FROM “BEAUTIFUL,” A POETRY COLLECTION BY ARTHUR ZULU, TO BE PUBLISHED SOON. IF YOU ENJOYED READING THE POEM AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTION TOWARD ITS PUBLICATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE AUTHOR.)

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Arthur Zulu is an editor, book reviewer, playwright, and published author. He again writes short stories, scripts, essays, and poems.

Originall posted December 16, 2012