Restive Pulse, Mr. Mann

So anyway, said the arbiter.
So anyway, said the sad sack
slumped behind the bench.
Said the world going over to night.
Keep the following fragments
from your time here.
Never let anyone.
45 degrees F and dropping
says the Arctic high summer.
Peel back handfuls of golden tundra
above Kotzebue. Lie prone
behind an AR-15.
Fire when you are ready.