What a wonderfully mysterious poem, Doug. I've read it
several times, and it keeps getting richer. (Well,
when you _begin_ with ghosts and "grave corpses," it
takes the poem in odd directions, necessarily.)
Candice
If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should
pause before we condemn any one for the vice of
egoism....
(Bram Stoker)
--- Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> ghosts it seems
> or just grave corpses
>
> bones of an army
> gone to rust and sand
>
> ' troops and kit ...
> pretty frayed at the edges'
>
> how edgy then
> and now inturned
>
> to ward off memory
> pay no attention
>
> crumpled hills of metal
> left for remembrance
>
> flowers of offal
> 'all fall down'
>
> Wednesday February 28 2007
>
> Douglas Barbour
> 11655 - 72 Avenue NW
> Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9
> (780) 436 3320
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/
>
> Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
> http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
>
>
> There was no sign of survivors, and
> the poetry reading went on.
>
> Tony Perniciaro
>
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