You are Muskox.  I brought your death.

         You are Muskox.  I saw your circle of protection.  I saw you standing placidly, secure within your strength.

         You are Muskox.  I pulled the trigger.  I watched you fall.  I watched you standing there still.  I pulled the trigger again and again.  I watched until the snow ran red.

         You are Muskox.  Did that really happen to you and me in another life?  Or is my imagination ruling me?  Does it matter?  With that single picture you tore my heart like no other.  There is a pain that does not die.  What is the lesson here?

         You are Muskox.  How easy it is to destroy.  How hard it is to say enough when all around you urge you on--whispering seductive words of power.

         You are Muskox.  You stand in silence to teach us Truth.  You die before our guns without a fight.  You challenge us to rise above ourselves.  You speak directly into our hearts with silent words of shame.

         You are Muskox.  You are my teacher.  I will not dishonor your life by failing to learn the lesson you teach with your death.

         You are Muskox.  Stand strong in silent celebration of the sanctity of All of Life.