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POEM | GREENLAND
The Last Greenlander
Story of an annexation
Everything is heavy
dog sled and clothes
to relieve the exhausted dogs
I walk as much as I can
More than two weeks now
pitch black most of the time
I’m too tired to enjoy
the few minutes of daily sunshine left
Honoring the many generations of
proud hunting and fishing
ancestors, travelling with me
cheerishing me in my mind
Fleeing from the Americans
since they took our land
the northernmost tip of Greenland
is a good place to die
IMPORTANT - Author’s note
This poem was written on January 14th, 2026. Later this day, a Danish-Greenlandic delegation is scheduled to meet with the Trump administration, headed by Vice President J.D. Vance. While Trump “needs to have Greenland,” the Danish delegation will try to bring the matter back to a more normal diplomatic discussion.
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