The last polar bear visited our town last
night. It was burping up parts of Billy
when Big John blew the top
part of its head off with one shot
from a Browning over and under.
on top of what was left of Billy.
Nice kid. Too bad. Bear went right
for the face. That’s what they do.
Most of us asked what the bear was doing
in town. It’s not like them to just drop in.
We figured we hadn’t seen one in a while because
we keep the garbage inside. Otherwise the moose
have their way with it. Ed slaughtered
the dead bear. “No sense letting it go
to waste,” he said, and as an afterthought, “Billy
would have wanted it that way.” From what I saw
of what was left of Billy, he wouldn’t
have wanted any part of any of it. Crazy thing
about it is he was the one that liked the damned
bears. He was always talking about their ice
melting, how it was their ice,
how they needed it to reach the seals.
about how we’re all in it together—
Interconnected, he’d say.
Well he sure was with that bear.