Huck Finn Is Dead
“I reckon I got to light out for the territory…” Mark Twain *
Huck Finn is dead.
Some say
he died alone
in an apartment in Tulsa
during a Swamp People
marathon
body discovered
three days later
after neighborly complaints,
face somewhat gnawed
by his trusty cat.
Some say
he died in Montana,
struck mute by space,
rigid with terror,
dreaming of The River,
beside a trout stream,
eaten by a jealous grizzly
with a taste
for southern cuisine
and fame.
Some say
he died in Arizona
rattlesnake struck
and shrieking
beneath
a pellucid sky
seeking
to glean current events
and unlikely meanings
from an ancient petroglyph.
It does not matter
where or how;
only that
Huck Finn is dead,
and with him
the lights of the territory
extinguished.
*But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and sivilise me, and I can’t stand it, I been there before. Mark Twain, The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn
