The Bear
I was first attracted by your scent.
Your heart must be a caramelized onion.
By the time I saw your flame
it was all over for you & what's-his-name.
I think it was Algonquin Park.
It was so cold & winter-dark.
A promised hibernation high,
took me across the great black plate of ice.
Now I'm the Islander.
I found a place to call my den
and dreamt of the Ferry and
the Enormous Man.
Huge as were his children
following around after him.
I'm the Islander
woke up in the furtive Spring
more capable of anything.
I waited for more men to come
They docked their boats & cocked their guns.
The time for truth & reconciliation's gone.
But with my belly full I intended to get
something done.
I'm the Islander
woke up in the dead of Spring
more hungry than anything
Islander.
