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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

What I have become through grief

A line of spider silk, glinting like a mandolin string

plucked by air. A twang of light.

A bag of garnet velvet

wrapped around ashes.

A painted cup, leaf of bone

china. The shadow of fingers.

Alice Major served as Edmonton’s first poet laureate. Her latest collection is Knife on Snow.

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