Warrior Poet Mental Yoga 24

The man took his hand, wheezing. You need to go on, he said. I can’t go with you. You need to keep going. You don’t know what might be down the road. We were always lucky. You’ll be lucky again. You’ll see. Just go. It’s all right. 

I can’t.

It’s all right. This has been a long time coming. Now it’s here. Keep going south. Do everything the way we did it. 

You’re going to be okay. Papa. You have to.

No I’m not. Keep the gun with you at all times. You need to find the good guys but you can’t take any chances. No chances. Do you hear?

I want to be with you.

You can’t.


You can’t. You have to carry the fire.


I don’t know how to.


Yes you do.


Is it real? The fire?


Yes it is.


Where is it? I don’t know where it is.


Yes you do. It’s inside of you. It was always there. I can see it.

Just take me with you. Please.

I can’t.

Please, Papa.

I can’t. I can’t hold my dead son in my arms. I thought I could but I can’t.

You said you wouldn’t ever leave me. 

I know. I’m sorry. You have my whole heart. You always did. You’re the best guy. You always were. If i’m not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I’ll talk to you. You’ll see. 

Will I hear you?

Yes. You will. You have to make it like talk that you imagine. And you’ll hear me. You have to practice. Just don’t give up. Okay?



I’m really scared Papa. 

I know. But you’ll be okay. You’re going to be lucky. I know you are. I’ve got to stop talking. I’m going to start coughing again. 

It’s okay, Papa. You don’t have to talk. It’s okay. 


The Road

Cormac McCarthy          2006


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