Loved then, Loved now: My Neighbour

My Neighbour 

the cops were here
took George’s five kids away
I saw George in the window
waving goodbye to his children 

his 400-pound frame
looked like rain 

it’s quiet and dark
there now
and sometimes
I can hear George weeping 

by David Groulx p. 22,  A Difficult Beauty (Wolsak And Wynn, 2011) 

It doesn’t matter how many times I read this poem, I feel it. The slant rhymes, the eh, eh, eh going through the poem like muffled cries themselves. The helpless sense of being witnesses to each other and at the same time unable to do anything but bear witness.

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