His Task (Written November 29)

His Task

 

So he did it. It was difficult in the dark

And at some point he slipped and the sled

Broke free. Several hundred feet

 

Down the slope it hit a tree

And flipped. The body, in a sheet

of rough burlap, spilled onto the snow.

 

Blinded by tears, he did his best

To rebuild the sled, in the faint glow

Of a moon half hidden behind clouds.

 

He was his father’s son, and his task

Was a simple one, under the shroud

Of night, with all due care

 

And respect, to bring the body down

Out of the mountains, ahead of the bear

And the cougar, and lay it to rest.

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