All life flattened still like bled-out stone
Bearhundts baying bloodsongs way east of here
Our unnamed neighborhood bear passed
Through the yard early, second day running,
Making east for cover, oozing tracks say.
Last week a bear was dogged west of here+
To circle Cranberry Lake at least twice
And blast back east for three miles to be shot
Mortally wounded it ran for water,
To be found floating in Muskallonge Lake,
Where a boat was rented to fetch the prize.
Wind howls life into kelpies crisscrossing
Everywhere, we are forced inside
To down-hunker near rattling black wood stoves
Air outside reduced to sharp white darts
Thrown willy-nilly for ranonymous
Effect of suicide bombers seeking
Martryrdom and lined up dead virgins.
We daybernate in our stickbiltedness
Dreamwish to capure the no-chance Lotto,
Imagine Baja Whachamacallit
Give ourselves daily slatherbaths in oil
Made for tenth-of-tonners in red Speedos.
Cavorting without shame under red sun
Parties on sand with fingerfood munchies
All the diametrics of uphere now
On a rainsweepered October day
A football field from whitehorse lake waves.
Without dreams we are rats in snapneck traps.