Canada:
the great land
and Canadians:
the great people
for a Canadian never dies —
never has to die
only their dogs do
and that is the true tragedy
of the strong Canadian people
now,
I could have written that
just to be
needlessly
cryptic
or,
perhaps not
perhaps it speaks
deeply
about the
Canadian character
in ways you will
never
understand
perhaps
it explains all you need to know
but could never hope to realize
I'm a Canadian
and
I'm looking forward
to my
impending immortality
But,
I weep for the fate of
both my
beloved
mongrel cur
and my
regal
pure-bred
hound
but,
pay no attention
I speak in mysteries
and lash out great nonsense
from my tongue
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