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Thursday, October 13, 2011


Night Taxi

taxi-taxi I heard in the night
across the street a man
pointed to stop near

no gift bags or boxes
nor in the Christmas spirit

directions given
I wished a Merry Christmas
he cried in wail and thanked me
he recognized me, but I differed

he referred to years before
in a POW camp
soldiers at a barrack door
in stale stench he cowered
it’s his time for execution
their time for entertainment

one unarmed soldier
Canadians they stated
the war is over for you
return home free

coaxed outside
to see a tearful dance
of those in disbelief

his town bombed flat
Canada was his choice

tonight in kind words
brought back memories
of other Canadian boys

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