Permafrost

In my wolvish tundra
pick away the ice.

I am abominable,
a yeti in numb snow;

my glacial ice-flow
grinds and packs hard.

Discover my hidden seal-pup
when polar claw hauls it up.

Its death will be an afterbirth
dragged across the savage snow;

gobbet for the polar bear
whose dog-breath steams the air.

Cut a hole in me
and fish my innards out;

use a narwhal's tusk
or sabre-toothed walrus.