After the incident the bears were not
available for comment, relishing
their windfall meal but not a prophetic rôle.
Backwoodsmen first and last, they kept
their cool and shadowy places in the trees,
willing to please should the divine
economy turn bearish once again.
The children did their best to keep
themselves to themselves, finding it uphill work
in petto as they grew immortal,
all eaten up with zeal for social insight.
And even Elisha, hustling off
baldheaded at the next revisionist,
was given furiously to thought,
like any artist mild with a just pride
in the act, but afraid to call it either
miracle, accident, or a piece of craft.
Image credit: Craig Morgan
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