Not in Halifax, not in Manitoba,
Not even in Golconda, not in St. Louis.
We were supposed to have some kind of category,
A name for a business,
a franchise –
Something lucky. As if it’s a formula,
as if fortune is concocted
They will find us, command us to kneel
to their god – Buddha, Christ,
Allah, Nostradamus, Abraham Lincoln,
Holy Earl Grey Of the North Scones.
Our mouths will remain sealed,
Maybe in Baclayon,
Maybe in Mandaue, or even in Mactan