Friends, wives and children no longer exist
I will now grow a beard as well as long hair
Hunters will look for me but never find me
They will find their dogs dead soon enough
Their teeth upfront drowned in blood
I will feed myself with men, deer, birds
I will forget the words, I will only holler  
In the rivers at night, in the mountains at dawn
My palms full of mud, sweat, mud…
And I will fool the bears, brown and polar alike…
 
the bear.