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he swore it was Sasquatch who mauled him at his camp when the last logs were but hissing embers in his pit others spotted them in the Ouachitas--a pastor, constable and my own son, likely high on hash, said he heard Bigfoot's heavy rumbling in a light rain I was the doc on call, when the man's pick up rolled to a dead stop at the ER door--addled, he swore the beast brought him to us, without ever having been in his truck's cab I hadn't seen such lacerations except when self induced, but the man did not waver from his story: at quarter past four on the clock, he was flung, down bag and body both, into the deep snow the creature made entreaties without words, but his wild, sour moans, the man proclaimed, may have been nothing but the beast begging to be left alone to remain a mystery one never solved, kept alive around other’s fires, by those who did not let them wane, who fed  the blaze and kept it roaring, to keep the beast at bay   yet invisible, but alive another day just beyond the fires' searching light silent, eternal in the mythic night Sasquatch, Sasquatch
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
he survives Talimena*
he swore it was Sasquatch who mauled him at his camp when the last logs were but hissing embers in his pit others spotted them in the Ouachitas--a pastor, constable and my own son, likely high on hash, said he heard Bigfoot's heavy rumbling in a light rain I was the doc on call, when the man's pick up rolled to a dead stop at the ER door--addled, he swore the beast brought him to us, without ever having been in his truck's cab I hadn't seen such lacerations except when self induced, but the man did not waver from his story: at quarter past four on the clock, he was flung, down bag and body both, into the deep snow the creature made entreaties without words, but his wild, sour moans, the man proclaimed, may have been nothing but the beast begging to be left alone to remain a mystery one never solved, kept alive around other’s fires, by those who did not let them wane, who fed  the blaze and kept it roaring, to keep the beast at bay   yet invisible, but alive another day just beyond the fires' searching light silent, eternal in the mythic night Sasquatch, Sasquatch
*Sasquatch/Bigfoot sightings have occurred across North America, mostly in the northwest. However, the Ouachitas of Oklahoma and Arkansas have had their share. Talimena is the name of the highway that stretches 50 miles across the top of this remote range.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
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