Oh Romeo
Do you know where you are?
Frenching a bottle of scotch
Pills float in it
Under a Quebec park bench.
You beg us to kill you
*gasp*
*gasp*
Oh speak again
You who denied your wife,
Your children
What’s Dallaire?
If not your service
Your stoic stance
A handshake
Has that fiery baptism
23 years past
Taken your name
It was not you
Who cost you
Your perfection.
—James Lewicki, political science student.
