Bearing Witness Bearing Burdens (Draft 6)

Bearing Witness Bearing Burdens (Draft 6)

Savages in the cabin
ripped its heart apart,
left nearly nothing
but sorrow and dregs.

Savages in the cabin
smashed to pieces
every stick of stove
strut of bed,
left nearly nothing
but honey and chocolate
on little marshmallows
in a pool of beer
and of urine.

Oh Mothers of infamy
with children in crime
who’d drink 100 beers,

could you at least
have left a bed.

Though Norwegian krones are dear
you and your cronies scouted my cabin
for marshmallows
for honey and for beer

Infamous deeds
I will testify
to these indeed:
costly damage
smashed appliances

How sad to see
footprints on the windows
and honey on the beer

Oh dear,
Mothers in Finnmarken
have you taught your
cub scouts how to find beer?

My cabin in Jarfjord is destroyed
for honey and for beer, so I ask:
why don’t bears carry money
or manners or bear credit cards

If I must bear witness I will
until there is bare justice

— Douglas Gilbert

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7 thoughts on “Bearing Witness Bearing Burdens (Draft 6)

  1. The new draft is great too, i didn’t notice the tone shifting, it seems like it matches good to me and it seems to set the scene up, gives a good visual as to what the owner of the cabin probably saw when he found it.

    1. Thanks. That’s good to hear. Almost done I think. For a couple of spots I could maybe look for some rhyming words that would fit in meaning and give a better sound. But at least it’s leaveable if I must. Singing bears would probably be too much, although I suppose they could leave their latest CD. I don’t think anyone would be inclined to listen to it after what they’ve done — they’re not famous enough to trash a cabin.

      1. Yeah, after they trashed the cabin i guess everyone’s mad and wouldn’t even give ’em a fair listen…Singing bears in the poem probably would be too much though. I didn’t see any bears at the fair but they did have a bear family stand up thing that you could put your face into the spot where baby bear’s face was supposed to be. We played around with it and took a few pitcures, i should have gotten my baby bear to sing for me when i snapped his picture. I did find some local honey and bought a jar of it from the same older gentleman i bought some from last year at the fair…it’s good stuff.

      2. Sounds like fun. I’ve heard local honey can be quite good compared to the commercial stuff in the supermarket. It must be comforting to see the same gentleman again — gives it a warm homey touch. I was looking at the three bears story on the internet and I’m amazed to see that there is no point to the story. It’s very odd that so many folk stories have no real point at all. They seem to be missing something. Modern writers add stuff and give a moral to the story or give some way-out analysis, but the originals seem to have nothing. It’s like the last page was ripped out of each of them. Good grief, I can see there are things one could learn from it by using your own imagination but the original folktales just don’t have anything. The choices of childhood, blah, blah, blah, — yeah I know it could trigger a discussion about that topic and one could come up with some profound conclusions and advice. That’s all very interesting but it’s not in the story. I guess the real secret stories are lost, or were political tales that disguised their points so well that it’s now lost to us because we don’t know the historical context.

  2. Yeah, the man i bought my honey from was very nice, last year he was telling me that i could buy his honey cheaper at the local Save-a-lot grocery store than he was selling it for at the fair. I still bought it from him at the fair again this year. But i also went to that grocery store and bought it a few times during the past year. I think a lot of the benefits from foods are ruined when they’re over-processed.
    Yeah, i know what you mean about some of the older stories not having a point. I wonder if the someone omitted or edited things from them, or if they really did just want us to have to think about it more along with the historical context?
    My orange platy fish is having babies! I’m waiting for her to finish up so i can go mow the grass…

    1. Orange platy,
      who’s your daddy —
      sounds fishy to me,
      and there’s grass to be mowed
      in an alternate dry universe

      Platy stay wet
      and have a drink for me.

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