The tusks are sharp
To break through the ice
And let others know
That their prospects are nice
Or fight with a rival
That they’ve grown to hate
And help them secure
Their next meal or a mate
These ivory teeth
Curving down to the ground
When held in the Sun
Are the brightest around
The walrus’s treasure
A treasure to man
I keep a collection
Just because I can
A Life in Poems 