To My Father's House


56° 7' 49.3176" N, 106° 20' 48.3756" W

L'Beit Abba 

"Roughly speaking, it was the sensation of being at the center of an explosion. There seemed to be a loud bang and a blinding flash of light all around me, and I felt a tremendous shock—no pain, only a violent shock, such as you get from an electric terminal; with it, a sense of utter weakness, a feeling of being stricken and shriveled up to nothing.” -George Orwell


The way my dad


to neighbours

like neighbour Michael

smoking out back

on a fold-up chair,

his bald head

balding no further.



I hear from the neighbour's yard,

"Signor, your wife, she fell."



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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