The geology of our politics
Grating texture, Teutonic plates shift
So crudely to negotiate the continental ,modern alibis/
In the rear view, the veterans lurking presence dims
Muted in murky details
Remembrance Day mirage
Eroding the memories
Of a fascism that galvanized,
Synchronized the West
Realizing a valour in the fear
People bonding through the outrage
All the way to benign neglect
Of Imperialisms empty tears
No need to marry a colonial past
With the best to be found in the West/
Continental drift shelves natural
Moments of time
Accelerates the manipulations of purpose
Our geography seals the deal
All those fossils in the fuel
Reflect the unknown goals
Of al the Abduls behind the lovely mosques
These outcroppings of polarization
I squint for an upper Canada
Some accommodation by an assembly
Of the many first and thirsty nations
Pacing this heat stroke of acrimony
An event with the shadowy ghosts
Of this new Eastern rite
Allay the glaciation, this backwater
The global villagers are living in
This gated community
Of many scattered Igneous rocks
Aligned with the sediments of greed/
In the billowing open skies of every tomorrow
Trade winds always blow
Fjords open ice in mirrors of blue snow
To become a westerly and flow
There is no nature in our pockets
Dreams no longer flirt in the mystery of open seas
Its inward tributaries of cultural streams
That spawn in high narrow gorges
Returning spring to civilizations sweeping current
Nature imposing easily the politics that seeps
So porously through all the piling rocks
Assembled by physical history
Arranged by Gods geography
