[Afternoon Poem] Cookies of Bears / Jeong Yeonhong

Two baby bears are eating snacks

Crispy, well-fried chicken

They are eating it bone and all

Crispy plastic snacks baked well in the oven

The two are fighting to eat it, squabbling

The stronger one takes a bite

A crackling sound is heard

Which kind human baked this so well?

How did they send such delicious fried food all the way to the Arctic?

The mother bear, missing a tooth, is also eating something

It is soft urethane

It is nicely yellowed

She will eat her fill and have a strong winter sleep

She will not be hungry throughout the winter

The bears’ sleep will be fresh

Midnight sun is coming to the Arctic

The aurora is glowing wildly above the bears’ heads

■ Now, you can no longer pluck icicles hanging from the eaves and eat them, nor can you grab a snowball during a snow fight and eat it. Even on spring days when the heat haze rises, you cannot run freely until you are out of breath, and even in summer, you cannot see minnows, willow fish, sandfish, freshwater snails, crayfish, salamanders, true frogs, grasshoppers, or katydids. The once common fireflies are only found in fairy tale books or special documentaries, and when you see something twinkling rarely in the night sky, you first doubt whether it is a star or a satellite. There is no need to think long; this happened in just one generation. In just one generation! What more can be said? We ruined everything. ? Poet Chaesangwoo

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