I was covered by snow

I’d had my stories untold

I was damn hungry and could eat a whole moose or

a hundred rabbits

The sledge drawer huskies; the chimneys far away; a

single glove half visible, wolves from the darkness, stars

from Gogh  

Nothing could console my solitude; I had been hunted by

a red nosed killer. The moment I close my eyes

I see an axe following my neck…

I had no wife, no parents either; the last nickel I

had was spent over gambling… and I was sure no                                 

salvage team would ever know my location