About a decade had passed
Bertrand Russell had written
Why I Am Not a Christian
In 1957
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Hands in air
In news see some tanks
Next to them the soldiers
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Child birth
She knew everything
About us; awake or deep asleep.
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Ay poets
Ay people
Toronto, Canada
Continents, Africa, Asia
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Beak yellow
Spotty the feathers
(Gold on black)
Tail is short
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It was more beard than anything else
In poetry they converged, varied in age
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Eyes and nose
With impacts I came home
In the heat, cold no more.
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So sexy
Shameless she stands there in open
And throws her clothes in singleā¦
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Doves in the cold
Like carving; you and me
On the young, wild tree
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