Chad Hipolito
By
Penn Kemp
Tragically Hip
Gord Downie gives Trudeau kudos
as the man who’s gonna take us where
we need to go cause it’s bad, really bad,
up there. And we… he corrects himself
and fingers the audience. YOU can…
“until we’re talking in whispers again”.
Listen up, Justin Trudeau.
Tip Line
Barbaric, of the wild
Cultural in yoghurt, wine and cheese
Practice for ten thousand hours—
“We need to stand
up for
our values.”
Cue the hot line
Line the tipping point
Outside the line
Use your words
Trending
line up
line down
The Nature of Food
All summer I feed five bereft baby skunks by the river
a mixture of kibble soaked in mussel or tuna juice.
They first hiss and raise tails, but no spray. No sign
of mother but fading stench by the highway where
she must have been hit. No tomato juice for a while.
The babies know me, though I try not to associate
myself with nourishment, leaving a tray unattended.
Let them learn to find their own grub.
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Coyote saunters
casually alongside
small incautious
skunk who by
instinct thinks
itself invulnerable.
Coyote hesitates,
pondering possibility
and experienced caution.
Then in a rush blur of fur
she seizes a striped nape
and carries it limp and heavily
held in soft mouth
home to her own restless
young.
The Invocation
Remembering the Ecole Polytechnique victims
Come and say hello, women. The veils are still
thin and we welcome your presence, fourteen
plus all the disappeared whom you stand for.
As if you were in the prime of life now. As if
your daughters bloomed full-grown around you.
As if your mothers were crying delighted tears.
And if you were here to see what has changed
and what has not, would you hide your eyes in
shame for what has been done, what has not?
Come into the light and tell us how you are. As
if you have life beyond what we recall, remember
before this dark December claims its own again.
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