No Plugs on Cradle Mountain

“Lose the hair dryer,”
Buff repeated.
“The brush—brushes—
we’ll be in the brush
and scrub—
This is No Man’s Land
—lose the loofa
If it’s got a plug
it’s got no place in your pack.
That book…
How heavy is that thing
anyway?
A human heart
weighs a quarter K
Take only what you need.
You came here to get away
Didn’t you?
Thirty kilos isn’t much—
A large turkey
You bring it, you carry it.”