A Nursery Rhyme, Made More Honest

The bear went over the mountain
and what do you think he saw?

Another mountain, sure, but also
the limitless possibilities of
a wide-open future
fishing for salmon and
digging honey from beehives
maybe even eating a camper or two
then hibernating in a dry-ish cave
with a mama grizzly and their cub.

What he didn’t see was the hunter
the bright muzzle-flash
a bullet to the back of his skull
years as a rug on a dirty cabin floor.


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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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