Aug 122011
The self-deceiving Eskimo
Does not know what he does not know
Nor knows he what he should
Benignant of evil as of good. 

The Eskimo is bespattered by a vetting sleet
That seeks to part his bones and meat
That does not know that it does not know
It dissects a self-deceiving Eskimo.

Tethered together in all kinds of weather,
Unaware of fate, the cold that kills,--
Eskimos ourselves benighted by a snow
Of balmy blands whose meat and bones

Undoes the ever-curious Eskimo.

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