Open your mouth
Let the sunshine rattle your teeth
Open your ears
Let the clouds contain your thoughts;
We speed through the American night.
We crawl through the American day.
We have been charged like convicts.
We swallow palatable truths.
What does it tell us
When our greatest poet is
Dead and Canadian?
The throne is empty.
Buck up, Despair, there’s a lottery
To see who gets to shine
The 14k seat of it.
They sell tickets down at the liquor store.