The City
by Gord Sellar
the thing carried in the
belly of neolithic man,
woman, is the skyline
riddled with lights, leaky-
faucet nightsong
time is the womb of city.
cathedral, gothic, that
huge closed eye, always
carved after pattern of Lascaux, cave-wall
painted herd hunting
all inevitable: city
was carried in bellies ape-people,
whole kingdoms hidden in viscera
our ancient guardians; but for
time, i hunt and pray in dark dripping caves
— Saskatoon, 1998
February 10, 2012