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Michael Hawkes /4

Shy Away

A poem by Michael Hawkes


Xenophobia it seems is
A blessing in disguise;
What was once neurosis
Is considered to be wise,
Now isolation’s prophylaxis
And medically advised.

At first the crowds of thousands
Were something to stay clear of,
Then the smaller congregations
And groups one never hears of,
Then busses, planes, and trains
And children’s party games,
until everyone we know is,
as far as we’re aware of,
willingly and thoroughly estranged.

Are we soon to live in fear of,
The dearest who are nearest,
Whom we cannot bear to blame?

6\03\20 Hawkes

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Michael Hawkes is an 80-year-old survivor of all the world’s wars. He learned and (loved to rhyme) by torturing the hymns he had to sing at school. A retired West Coast fisherman living in Montreal since 2013, he is an unschooled Grandpa Moses writing an average of five poems every week.

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