Francie Lynch Poems

On my way
To the Lambton Health Unit,
I saw a child in a window,
Holding up a sign.
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I've passed the homeless on the street,
Wondering if today they'll eat,
And I cry, " Why me? "
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I know of death,
Incensed with all of it.
The weighty strain of darkness,
Eyes closed, stopped ears, stuffed nose.
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She once said she needed
Some me time;
She was suffocating,
She couldn't breathe.
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They romp on Florida beaches,
Tee-up North and down South;
Pack jock-straps in their Peach State bags,
And roll strikes in ten pin alleys.
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I have lost my youth's Saints.
They no longer march
For knees bent in supplication.
I prayed to St. Jude
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Am I absurd
To think some words
Can change the outcome
Of a world
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The skins were sounding,
Plaintiff pounding,
Summoning all to fire.
Charcoal sticks,
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Some past details are sketchy now,
There's things I know I've done:
I did a spliff with Neil Young,
Had a pint with Pete's best singer,
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