Kasaan, Alaska.  Why does it exist?

I recall the words…

Near Ernest Sound, Eastern Passage and

Zimovia Strait

When an eagle comes, south wind on its way

Whooshed through the yellow cypress

See Caulder Mountain for the first time

Shotguns and cricks

In the remote wilderness

That’s how this place is…

F***ed up, doped up

Moonshine, fifteen dollars a quart jar

Or if you prefer, a slow release opioid…

- I don’t like downers, I never have

Garbage cans, small dogs, and kids

All blowing around

Out here

Hillbilly youth, beauteous boy

Harassed and was forced to strip naked

But couldn’t escape and was raped…

Then left home

A trip into the unknown

Lines, wires, cables and chokers

Riggin rats and riggin slingers

How does a truck driver dress

In this country?

Caulk boots

A logging accident…what lies ahead

For this broken down cripple

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