Vancouver Writing: John Newlove
Good Company, Fine Houses
Good company, fine houses
and consequential people,
you will not turn me
into a tin factory.
I know where the lean and half
starved gods are hiding.
I have slept in the mountains.
I have slept among them,
in their mountains turning
nightmarishly between teh rocks
and the reaching plants.
I have seen red eyes
on my throat from behind
every bush and waterfall,
greedy for blood.
Good company, fine people,
except for the shooting,
how much will your funerals cost
in your consequential houses?
I know where the god is
hiding, starved. I have slept
in the turning mountain.
- John Newlove: Vancouver Soul of a City
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