It is said that far beyond Imuruk Basin
huge birds hunt whales on the open ocean.
Once shoved downslope by downbeat gusts
a man alone fell to one knee, erred, aimed
& pierced such a bird between its breast
& the narrow column of its neck. Careening
first up into the air & then a swaying slip
into the valley below
it’s come to rest
beyond the subterranean terminus
of a rivulet sourced from snow on snow.