Eskimo Poem: Heaven and Hell

When we finally die,
we know so little about what happens later.
But people who dream
They often see the dead as they appear

Eskimo Poem: The Invisible Men

There is a tribe of invisible men
who move around us like shadows - have you felt them?
They have bodies like ours and live just like...

Eskimos: Hunger

You, stranger, you who see us only happy and carefree
If only you knew the horrors we often had to endure
you would understand our love...