Note to people reading this from browsers with limited css-capabilities:
This poem is best viewed in a web browser that handles CSS moderately well.Herds of ice calves are born in the arctic
Uncomfortable with their mother,
they leave
They leave their mother like all kids do,
taking the energy and care given to them
They leave the cold embrace of their mother,
in search for even warmer waters
They embark on a journey into inhospitable environments,
in search of new sights,
new experiences,
new
states
of matter
Herds of ice calves leave the arctic,
never
to be seen
again
The last paragraph comes from the call for contributions for the Climate Existence conference 2023, and inspired the rest of the poem.
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