The Jews could come back to Spain
and women voted in Swiss elections.
I hoped we would all be together for Christmas.
I followed the year to the hillside as the crow
flew up to pull the thorns over a wretched font
in the ruined places of Prague, Chicago, Paris, Mexico…
Remembering the American’s dog
that found me in a ditch that morning
and guarded me until I woke
and I knew I had befriended Cerberus,
despite my feet raised from birth
by Lewis Mumford’s Andean suburb.
By
( Duncan Mcgibbon )
