A rusting minivan winds up the mountain
Icy wind gushes in through gaping windows
All the while Johnny Cash lectures us on life
Finally we arrive
Snow and ice break our backs, literally
Flat plastic caskets are dragged behind us
We lie and glide on the ocean of cocaine
No one is badly hurt
This is good
The shadows swallow everything
Time for mashed potatoes and applesauce
This is also good
As the stars brighten
Our tent rises
It seems reasonably like it should
Cozy and reminiscent of a sauna
This is good
Outside we hear a pack of wolves
This is not good