POINTS ON THE GRID
George Bowering
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THE RED HOT ELEMENT
Layton you old lech
or as my girl would have it
you dear man you
shocked her & made her laugh
The four letter words
of the apocalypse
ride over the pocked face
of our earth
& you rein them
raiding the Babylonian
pockets of serious self mutilation
I waited years to hear you
lambast the membrane covered ears
of them erase the stain
of their scribbling members
Strange you are & deny
great Canadian
here’s to you prime minister
of poetry
headless horseman in the revelation
in the confederation in the
cockshy droop of our nightmare doom
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