War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

Sunday, May 18, 2008 — Ramp Ceremony

o M.,

last night I saw you hold your man’s beret, walk in front. slow left slow right. towards the yawning Hercules. you golden and lined under sodium light.

I watched the five seconds of ramp ceremony on t.v. last night. between Canadian Tire and Tide extra clean. just before Canadian Idol.

number 88.

I remember number 1. his name, his photo, his family all over the pages, the airwaves for days. Canada arguing/oblivious/hostile to you, your men. getting your hands filthy over there.

(tell me, M., are ramp ceremonies always at night?)

then I saw J. pall bearing. slow. terrible casket two-step. the red leaf flat, draping your dead man home.

S

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