We, whether writing in the streets or in our sleep,
adhere
to whichever pious builder
we do learn to love & fear.
We
Who lie buried in the streets or in our sleep
did just what they told us
to do.
I am Jacob, son of Isaac.
I have slept the night through.
Ben Hackman is a young poet living in Toronto. He is the Founding Editor of the Molotov Rag, Toronto's Anarchist Quarterly, and the voice and face of The Holy Gasp, a damn-the-Man beatnik revival conga act. His poetry has most recently appeared in Jones Avenue and the Literary Review of Canada, and is forthcoming in Canadian Literature.
Bluebell
- Vanessa Paschakarnis
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