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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