OKA
The summer cold
and the scent of the white pines of Oka
not as strong
as in July 1990.
The pines stand, each
a totem,
roots piercing ancient bones.
The pines have stood for years
shedding dry branches, needles.
For years
the old women of the Long House
have been gathering wood
to burn
Charles Lemoyn at the stake.
Stars,
friendly until tonight,
look at me:
thousands of eyes
through a black balaclava.
Daniel Nadezhdin
Ottawa, ON
Have you seen the writing on the
wall
Managing Editor:
b stephen harding, Editors: Robert Craig & Christal Steck, Consulting
Editor: Seymour Mayne
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