The Porcupine caribou took a dive
a quill’s breadth above the 66th
just as the lake disappeared
overnight, they say,
leaving fine-grained
beaches strewn with horse hooves,
mammoth teeth, shattered ribs, a storied
Pleistocene-era ghost-farm —
enough remains to fill
the museums of the world
Published online May 21, 2014
Christine Fellows is a Winnipeg-based songwriter and performer. Her songs have sailed her to venues all over the world, sent her wheeling down the centre aisle of a darkened Toronto church wearing a papier-mâché bat head, set her down in a community centre near the Arctic Circle and a palazzo garden in Venice. She will release her sixth album alongside her first collection of poetry in 2014 (ARP Books).
