Jean-Pierre Davidts
traduction du poème de Patrice Desbiens.)

I recall a station wagon cutting through the night
gutting the Northern night as a hunter's knife
guts its prey
We're together
mom sis her husband children and all
in that car with
Johnny B. Good Leblanc at the wheel face dimly
lit by the dashboard glow
The only one wide awake am I
as we continue to part a bleeding sea of greenery
on both sides
My sister rests on the front seat
her open mouth gasping blackness in and out
Long and without ripples is the night
Long and without ripples is the night
Long and without ripples is the night
Long and without ripples is Suddenly
something rips the fabric something moves
out there and
the windshield is no more save a big screen
the 20th Century Fox and Gulf Western spotlights pinning down
the beast the beast the moose right in the middle of the road
stopping it cold
staring at its own fate a 60 miles per hour upcoming demise
those eyes those eyes those eyes oh God staring
up 'til the last moment before a muted silent crash
metal and flesh
And my sister waking up in a yell yelling
like crazy
one final shout as if the beast's soul mingled
with hers
dying and then
stillness
our muttered silence within
the utter stillness between
Timmins and Toronto

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