I have a Facebook life that I live differently – I think – than my day-to-day, face-to-face life. I check my Facebook account several times a day, looking first at “Notifications” to see who has been talking to me, and/or what those who I have identified, somehow, as important to me have been posting, and whether I should respond. I almost always “Like” those who have commented on my posts, and I notice how many people have liked or reacted to them, sometimes checking the names.
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Down in Union Station in Toronto –
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Monday in the Waiting Room
How hard to be you; how hard to be me.
I walk a path I struggle to see.
You walk a path I cannot share;
You walk a path I do not dare.
I dreamt I wanted to be you,
And fed my anger and my rue.
Now I look and glimpse your heart;
I clasp myself, content to play my part.
How hard to be you,
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The arms merchants recruit the awful hungers
of the power mongers and trim their synapses
Then power mongers hypnotically whisper
to the shamed and lonely ones filled with rigid angers
and find the hungriest to bombast
“the Others are thieves who want
what’s ours. Stop them. Guns!
guns, guns, guns.”
Making ghosts of our children.
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