Wednesday, February 02, 2005


The Last One Posted by Hello

The Last Sasquatch

THE LAMENT OF THE BIGFOOT
(August 28 2004 Elk River Trail, BC)

Up, up in the first growth firs
With jays and ravens I make nest
In winter seldom touch the ground
When white canopy is my friend
Alone with my thoughts the silence
Until a distant squeak disrupts
A human child is cold
and wants to go home


I am the last sasquatch
And I play hopskotch,
through the clear cut forests of your world

I cast the air, north then west
for that subtle stink, of dennings past
My mate for life, we met near Bend
Separated long ago, in a glen
When loggers chanced upon us
Warm, hairy musty memories ahhh
I cannot find her,
and fear we will breed no more

I am the Tom Bombadil of this human generation,
the infestation then larval bloom,
in a 3 second span of Earths evolving
Will-O-The-Wisp, Coco Crisp
The salmon are fewer each year
Yet humans grow fat and have young
I am so lonely and do not understand
Where is my mate and my kind?

I am the last sasquatch
And I play hopskotch,
through the clear cuts of the human world

My daughter was hit by a tour bus in Saskatoon
I ate her body, as is our custom, for the memories
She hadn't many she was twenty
My sons I left long ago,
Eehewiherwhakee and Zeke, with the clubbed left foot
I search for them, away from the chainsaw
In the dwindling, deep, remaining, earth shrines
I cant smell them, I dont hear their wail
I feel they are gone, random casualties
of Earth's civil war

If humans ever come to kill this tree
To take the wood for their nests,
I will flee this place
Deeper, darker, safer
But first fall on them in a fury
And smash their heads with cedar limbs
Then watch, as their scarlet waterNourishes the forest floor

Monday, January 24, 2005


British Columbia 2004 Posted by Hello

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