THE CHRIS McCANDLESS CONUNDRUM
by STEVE RUDD
Into the wild, he trekked.
A lift into Alaska’s heartland helped –
Courtesy of an unknown benefactor
Embroiled in a legendary mystery
In light of the darkness that descended
Around the frozen body of Chris McCandless
The wildlife crowded
And looked upon the brave young martyr
Through sunken eyes, out of respect
Bowing their predatory heads,
Licking their lips, nudging his arm,
They turned on his heels. And left.
Drugged, by the morning calm
They sensed a storm approaching.
Refusing to be implicated,
Chris became abandoned, surrounded
By a tapestry of humane animal tracks
Made invisible by snow,
Kicked into the crime scene
On a wind that wouldn’t leave the boy alone,
Ruffling the pages of his journal
Long after his pulse went south
The mountains howled in admiration,
For Chris was himself – not somebody else.