Poetry « Canadian Notes & Queries

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Poetry « Canadian Notes & Queries

As though a hand had reached inside to rub
my liver. This was the nose of the mole.
Later, I felt a prickle, a draught in my eye.

This was the southwest breeze blowing
where the stone-blind mole had passed.
This was the meat of what was unspoken.

The absolute bedrock of morals, the top-soil
of incomprehension in which you turned
and said: Your wife tells me everything.

This was the unknown known, the mole
surfacing through the green. And blinking
by the swings on that suburban lawn
was my penchant for darkness and filth,
my penchant for sticking my nose in.

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