Animal Knowing - Peace River
Bears tread the fresh grass from time to time,
Slowly breathing their time on earth,
On the human nation –on a place that time ago was their own–,
Dreaming on human kids playing the same ball game
Through the ages,
Dreaming on Kids yelling and crossing the old bridge to find the ball field
While growing up and getting anxious about dating,
About sex, about death, about leaving the town
and about came back To Peace River
to find a last minute of peace from their mistakes,
-from the little deaths they suffered
since the last ball get lost in the river,
when they were just 13-.
Bears walk through Peace River ball field
As wise fur-covered Freuds,
Unweaving the memories of every town people
And playing with their traumas as cubs
Training his paws on a bloody deer corpse.
The bears Know it all,
They know the secrets,
The deep grain of a small town by the woods.
They know the machinery,
They know the fear, the dispair,
That led the waitress at the bar
To write notes at the back of customers’ bills,
Even if they´re indifferent and only interested
On fucking her
And unhear his angel voice.
They know it all,
But agreed in their own not to tell,
Keeping this knowing season after season,
Passing it sibling to sibling,
Mother to cub,
Until the earth keep for her self
The secret sculpted in their bones.
They know it all,
That´s why Peace River Bears pretend to be mute,
Walking through the ball field as chasing a lost smell,
Pretending to chase the course of the air.
Juan Carlos Montero Vallejo