I KNOW IT

Atop that ridge live Inoit

Drinking and smoking weeds

No longer speak of tribal adage

No longer raise reindeer for sausage

No more salmon to come to riverbanks

Everybody left the town besides the drunks

So cold, minus ten is like summertime

School is not fun; all homework to be done

Work nowhere to be found;

besides gimmy fund

No phones, no TV,

no restroom; nature by design

Winchester 30-30 his prized possession

From time to time bags a bighorn

Boredom is his friend;

Corona is his girlfriend

Wasting away in the wilderness plain

Some can not take it anymore

Have one last glimpse at the barrel's bore

Startled the bald eagle from its lore

One has just left the native floor