The unhaloed saints,
The people looking
more and more like God.
The holy carrying
fallen angels on their shoulders.
The apotheosis shouting grace
like pollen germinating
possible miracles.

© Jo Maurits


New protests in Arab States

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Today a crystal-bright February fog
flickers in sunlight above your graves,
As one by one you vapour forth
to flutter greyly in the air.

One hundred sled dogs championed
by one hundred red-mittened hands,
And one hundred glory-waving flags,
Oh Canada, true patriot love.

Now we stand on guard,
arms full of vanished bones
and tainted splendid deeds.
Naked in the red-stained snow.

We bless with gruff praise,
seeking God in gutters like
Mother Theresa. Candlelight
Vigil grasping grace from lament.


© Jo Maurits

Tourism lull led to ‘execution-style killings’ of 100 B.C. sled dogs.

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