This appears in a pre-2010 issue
of Down in the Dirt magazine.
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Once I walked on a glacier
looked down into the beginning of time
crawled upon the great mass of compacted ice
not leaping across yawning fissures
not to fall away to frozen hell
Scott refused this knowledge
named after the famed Arctic Explorer
he believed he knew the truth
more civilized than the rest of the world
could see the curvatures of the future
insisted animals were part of the human tribe
he worked his way to Alaska
hiked the rocky pathways north
sat at tribal fires
preached to eagles atop the great pines
made passage through the costal waterway
trembled with excitement at sight of brown bear
massive creatures roaming the shore
leaped overboard into the tumbling surf
startling passengers ship’s crew and lumbering bear
“I am your brother!”
ignoring the ship pulling away
leaving Scott to mix with his new brethren
converse with giants and rollicking babes
Rangers found his torn shirt and ripped shoes
scattered beside a pile of picked clean bones
warn all tourists who venture north
“never startle brown bear or people or nations”
