An Arctic Song

An Arctic Song
A woman stood still in an arctic wilderness.
Red hair, pale faced, bare arms, cod hands.
A man knelt, frozen, recently dead.
She took a knife and from his chest,
Cut palm sized peices of his heart.
Sighing because their warmth was slight,
She turned away.
Heart pieces sliding gently to the ground.
Then, a gentle singing, warrior songs,
They came from him. She turned.
Still singing, eyes alive and smiling,
Arms outstretched, he held the remains of his heart-a gift.
She took his offering,
Sighing because its warmth was great.
The singing ceased
And a man knelt frozen
Recently dead.