Poetry about Canada

Reading newspapers can be dangerous

Atwood

Whenever I build

neat castles in the sandbox,

These sloppy pits

were filled with flattened corpses

And when I finished washing myself

walking to school, my My feet

stepped on the cracks in the cement

detonated a red bomb

Now I am an adult

can read Write, sit in my chair

I am as quiet as a fuse

The jungle is burning, the bushes

are full of soldiers,

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The place names on that difficult map

rose in the smoke.

I am the cause, I am a nuclear weapon

A chemical toy, my body

A deadly little device,

I reach out in the name of love, my hands are guns,

My good intentions are absolutely lethal.