Nora Alleyn
traduction du poème de Patrice Desbiens.)

I remember a station wagon slicing through the night
opening up the northern night like a hunting knife
its prey
We are all there
my mother my sister her husband and their children all
in this vehicle
Johnny B. Good Leblanc is driving his face vague
in the glow of the dashboard
I am the only passenger awake while
we cleave through an ocean of wounded green
My sister sleeps in the front seat
blackness enters and exhales from her open mouth
the night is long and seamless
long and seamless
long and seamless
long and Suddenly
something rips the fabric something moves
and
the windshield becomes cinemascopic the headlights
of Twentieth Century Fox and Gulf Western blazing on
the creature the creature smack in the middle of the road the moose
freezes and
stares down his destiny rushing towards him at 60 miles an hour
his eyes his eyes his eyes oh god his eyes until
that final moment and the deaf-mute shock of iron against
flesh
And my sister jolts awake a huge scream screaming
crazed and
final as the soul of the moose passes right through
her
dying and then
silence
the silence of our silence in
the silence between
Timmins and Toronto

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