I can see myself at 10 paces
I am my own second, my own enemy
and my own enemy's second.
I can see the steam rising from my mouth
In the brilliant cold
But no one else can;
Just as well.
No one hears the report
As my enemy and I fall.
And the seconds collect our things.
The frozen woods are the same
After the wolves drag our bodies away.
This is what we remember after all:
The peace and quiet of the unattended place.