.The winter puts a crop of bikes on ice
Mushkegowuk for Cree, for us Moose Factory
All up the coast of the bay the ghosts loom large
Forts Albany and Frances, stories and scars
Hear what they say, leering out from the ashes like some fascist parade
Still haunts today
Ghosts of pride.
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