If we all traveled to the arctic and wrote igloo poems to end the book. Poems about things we see watching the wildlife outside our igloo, or igloo themed poems, etc.
This is "Ice Fishing," a fucking ice fishing story with electric eels and polar bears, and a canoe.
Relaxing in walrus blubber
Drinking an orange slushy
Watching penguins race
On their bellies down the ice hill
Loose snow twists in the wind
And the back of my eyelids are white
All of my neighbor's electric eels
Wrestle with a polar bear in a canoe