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Behind the Lines

Two depictions of the Great War

Rocket Men

It’s going to be a long, long time

When Suppertime Came

We still don’t know why the Fitzgerald went down

Nothing Is Lost

This is for the inhabitants of unmapped prisons

for exiles of a country that never existed

for the bled

for the beggared

for thin ankles that totter in stilettos

for those that flicker in this world

never fully lit, always only almost

and especially for those who tried to know and love them.

Shannon Quinn lives in Toronto, her work has appeared in Room, Existere, Soliloquies, Maisonneuve and is forthcoming in Prairie Fire. Her debut poetry collection, Questions for Wolf, will be published by Thistledown Press in October 2015.

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