Whiten in the Arctic Sun


By Edd B. Jennings

He expected his bones to whiten in the Arctic sun,
Scattered by scavengers and predators:
First, the gulls,
Followed by the fox and the wolf,
Until finally the ravens picked over his remains
On high Arctic ground
Where no man walked,
And no tall tree grew.

Edd B. Jennings runs cattle along the New River in the mountains of Virginia.


2 thoughts on “Whiten in the Arctic Sun

  1. Brutal, sparse, beautiful language and imagery here, which captures the subject well. I’m interested to know what prompted a New River cattle runner to meditate on the Arctic tundra. Thanks for sharing this poem.


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