This is an improv of "A Walrus Tusk from Alaska" by Alfred Corn. What I decided to do, was take little interesting bits of language from the poem at random and make something different from them.
A fossil cranium of an Inupiat ricocheted
Off an aloof walrus, donor to the bone
Conveyor belt, where bloodshed netted
A bardic keepsake. Landlubber, you’re a
Tapeloop ostinato of yearning. A keepsake
To your ear. Where I’m ringed, soot black,
And aloft on a cross section of resonance.
Waiting for scrimshaw, burin, and something
To hold my bassoon or harp sonata.
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