With all this talk of walls; a lack of comprehension
of how borders. Irrelevant, perhaps. A durational performance
is landscaped, crisis. What
is he on about? Some guy agonizing
over generalities, lies, responds
with venom, violence. Escalating. Between earth
and earth, a grave
the size of fear.
Toronto, what have you. The future Bishop, John Strachan,
to Thomas Jefferson’s complaint
of British forces burning America’s Government House,
the Library of Congress: Can you tell me, Sir, the reason
why the public buildings and library
should be held more sacred than those
Tributaries, lakefront. Heartland. I could hear
you breathe. History responds, erases,
rewrites. Governs. Surrenders copy.
A door unlocked
along the Gardiner, the Don Valley. Are you
island or centre? A photo finish. All those
northern roads. Cold at the mouth. This hearth,
this written word.