Member Poem

Kayutak’s Owl

owl by Kayutak
I knew a girl by that name once
Ky-tok she said it 
owl by Kayutak
soapstone I never grease
Kayutak I can guess
how it is where you carve
north of the circle
where the summers are bleak
the winters beyond despair
the lights are dim
your hut is dim
and your friends
all drink too much
while you make owls