Anger does not produce good poetry. But poetry can reduce anger. So here you are. It’s certainly not the best of my poems, but I needed to write it. So here are a few lines about the 215 bodies discovered undergrouind at the Kamloops Residential School:
And now we lie, mouths gagged with soil,
silenced witnesses to a system
that robbed and stole and deprecated
in the name of a loving God.
Who did not breathe new life into our clay.
Yet we shall rise,
and point with fleshless fingers
at your pious posturing...