Poetry

1970s Montreal/Recurring

Photo Credit: lélé lepew Licensed cc-by-nc-nd.
Photo Credit: lélé lepew Licensed cc-by-nc-nd.

Hadn’t the FLQ stashed bombs, kidnapped
cabinet ministers, left Laporte strangled
in a car trunk? Thieves dropped from the skylight, dodged
alarms and guards, robbed the musée where dad worked
of Rembrandt, Rubens, Corot? A drug addict
sliced our kitchen screen, climbed three flights, skipped
my siblings’ rooms but ransacked mine, filched
the coin collection cached in my doll’s bureau
painted with roses?… my nightmare… as if
watching from my bedroom window I see
it approach methodically, house by house,
snatch children, toss them into its hot vat
at the crown of Rosemount Avenue…

Why not believe in this bald goblin?