my bird
is having
surgery
is not a line
you want to
say
or hear
with all
the impending
meta
phors
and
sex
ual
sym
bol
isms
creat
ing
en
jamb
ments
of
self publishing
poets
lurking
in the
library
stacks
Repatriation
how is it
that the same bagpiper
who plays the reels each
Robbie Burn’s day
as the Haggis is brought in
or gets our daughters dancing
and reminds us
of the years before the Maple Leaf
makes us stand
in our home
at our job
in anger
in pride
in anguish
as four coffins
cross the tarmac
from plane
to hearse
again?
