Canada’s Capital University

The last time I argued capital punishment was in 3rd year constitutional politics. I was fiercely for a convict’s right to vote. A classmate closed debate with the phrase, “My fiancĂ©e was murdered.”

I sought the professor for a reference some years later, but by then he’d suffered a spinal injury, had a child and lost his job because the school denies’ alumni tenure. The university encourages its students to go forth into the world.

Neo-lullaby by Bardia Sinaee

for Jeff Blackman (me)

Napoleon Bonaparte. Atilla the hun.
Coffee and cigarettes give you the runs.
George Walker Bush and Stephen J. Harper.
Plain cotton Dockers to make you look sharper.

Rohani’s untested. Assad is an ass.
Your future’s invested in sarin nerve gas.
Obama’s a saviour. Obama’s a liar.
Your wife’s on the fritz and your baby got fired.

They’ll drown out your whistle with sirens and horns.
NetMums will know if you’re surfing for porn.
Saddam is still hanging. Bin Laden’s gone deep.
You’ve been replaced by unmanned aerial sheep.

Bardia Sinaee is a talented poet, a caring publisher, and good friend. His press, Odourless, makes some fine books. His poetry has appeared in some pretty esteemed places, and he won The Walrus’ Readers’ Choice Poetry Prize in 2012. I once cracked a toe nail on his property.