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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...
Tags: Residential schools, silence, anger, Kamloops
It has been a long time since I felt like indulging in poetry – over six months. During that time, my wife Joan has died, and I have gone through some of many stages of grieving..
“How are you doing these days?” people ask.
“Just fine,” I reply. And usually I mean it. But sometimes I’m lying.
Daisies lupines and long green grass
wave and waive and weave the meadows
bright brush strokes splashed against
the sky. Savory sage bristles higher
on the drier slopes. Roots reach down
into the depths of dark. A sunless
river runs through it, silent water
seeping through millennia of limestone....
Tags: anger, undercurrent, explosions