No Rock-A-Bye Baby (In the Cradle of Confederation, C. E. 2013)

No Rock-A-Bye Baby (In the Cradle of Confederation, C. E. 2013)

A north wind here in late June tears the
petals from the Province House poppies.

The limbs of oaks and maples creak under
the weight of crows, gaping, red-mouthed.

I can’t recall a year with so many scattered
pigeon feathers, or keels stripped of flesh.

On the street a homeless woman cries for tampons;
the bough is broken, the cradle has fallen.

And Ottawa offers nothing to the poor they bleed
but a prayer for the wind to fill the wounds with salt.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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