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.
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