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Toronto’s
Fur District
That
shoulder stole was once a living fox.
(In
Canada.
Where Greenpeace got its start!)
But
no one sees this simple paradox.
They
only know the doors that wealth unlocks,
How
buying in itself becomes an art.
That
shoulder stole was once a living fox.
A
kit that raced his brothers through the flocks,
Before
a bullet split his skull apart.
But
no one sees this simple paradox.
Instead
we twirl our silver-frosted locks
And
analyze the latest height/weight
chart.
That
shoulder stole was once a living fox.
Now
all that’s left is packaged in a box,
Some
cozy wrap for feeling rich and smart.
But
no one sees this simple paradox.
Spadina
Street. Fur stores go on for blocks.
‘Je vendres alors je suis!’
(merci Descartes).
That
shoulder stole was once a living fox.
But
no one sees this simple paradox.
Jill Williams has two poetry books to her credit: The Nature Sonnets
(Gival Press, 2001) and A Weakness For Men (Woodley & Watts, 2003).
She has twice edited Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine and her work can
be found on various websites including The Hypertexts,and
Real Leight
and her own website She is a firm believer that formal poetry will never go out of style.
Email: Jill Williams
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