AFTER HAVING MADE THEM
After having made them I could have sworn
I had no love.
A maddening distaste.
By hurrying making I made haste
The major manner of their ways;
Death wherein one already fled
Before one had lived to learn that one was dead.
They vied immediately not to recognise
The tears they made to form in my eyes.
Strange how the made can make a maker cry.
St-Lambert, circa 1982.