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Ursa Minor: Poetry inspired by real Northern news

“New Gord Downie work dedicated to boy who died running away from residential school.” CBC. Sept. 9, 2016.

Unlucky Bird

mark this mourning, last night

there was frost, the old

 

women are optimistic but the birds

know it will snow, make

 

slow escapes against

guns and the gunmetal grey

 

of institutions supported by institutional

insistation on standardization, the road

 

side stands are all closed

the talking talking talking tourists have

 

all returned to suburban side lines, the fire

weed is out bloomed, gone

 

to cotton and the strange

sorrow autumn brings, catch

 

in red sumac arrows, the blue

berry season over but the rose

 

hips have sweetened, still its

carnations everyone should be wearing, school

 

has gone in, soon

it will go out, thanks

 

giving a holiday for fat

people in fat houses housing

 

all kinds of regrets you would never

have thought to think about, that’s

 

what all the thick carpets are about, under

the freshly-beaten rugs tiny

 

red fingers poke out, quick

clean up, company

 

has come, sitting now

with a knife to cut the unlucky bird, the candle

 

goes out, a cold

wind accuses the room, someone

 

left the window open, forgot

to lock up, with

 

his hand on the door your grandfather says

we did what we could to make them civilized, outside

 

a whisky jack raids the feeder, cries out

wenjack wenjack wenjack

 

over and over as if the word

would mean something to an ear that was listening


Photo: istockphoto/FunkinsDesigns

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