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Jul 18, 2008 14:58

in a poetry anthology, i found a 2 dollar bill
protecting the grave of Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle. born 1624?
Two robins, one hungry, the other pensive. etchings of simpler times.
A certified note introduced in 1986, perhaps on my birth date?

I begin to ponder my own relevance.
Like the bill, I remain functional, accepted at face value
will the toonie-eyed kids adore me as a whimsical fool?
or shun me for breaking the rules?

Will they be a generation of seeeers or reganomy profiteers?
I look into the eyes of babies and see trust.
they laugh when I hold them
but also follow my actions closely.

I am weary of The Conservative Party poets.

Back to my bill, The Queen of Pearls stares right through me
EGJ7174309 Merle D'Amerique EGJ7174309
The robins are surely dead. Liz is the next to go.
Is 1986 dead and gone? Is my birth...

The number 2 looks like a typographical error.
A joke bill that you'd find in a joke shop.
What about the penny's future prospects?
What about when King Charles ugly face is coined?

The old tell me I am young.
how young am I to a newborn?
To those would've just turned 22 if they'd have made it?
To the dead robins who once believed they had immortality
when they saw their orange breast in every pocket in CANADA?
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