The poisonous cloud
is perfume, my Captain.
The blood-caked bodies on the barbed wire
are roses, my Captain.
And the scattered bones
are flower stalks, my Captain,
green plants, my Captain.
I see everything quite clearly, my Captain...
And what dazzles like the blow from a gun butt
(excuse me, my Captain)
Is it hoarfrost?
Streetlights?
Yes!
Mere decoration, my Captain.
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Symphony. Montréal: The Muses Co., 1988.
ISBN 0919754-12-0 & ISBN 0919754-10-4
