War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

from the field

from the field you wrote, I’m coming home, I’m coming home
after seeding, before the wheat, the barley, the canola had grown
tall as you are tall, on Ex, in the weird green heat and hail of Suffield

your texts sent from hotspots on hilltops, you and two others scouted
sited electronic panorama your gadgets gauged wireless for voice
dad, dad, can you hear… drop. the language chopped, dead.

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