and this is the history
of Quebec, this tiny landscape.
red dots flash an army’s advance.
a puff of smoke, a flare.
history of a country I never
knew, our neighbor North.
all I thought I’d learned
was in Evangeline but that
was vague and draped in spanish moss.
now it is 1759 and we are in
Quebec, the plains of Abraham
and both generals are dying,
(see the blue lights) the English Wolf
and the French Montcalm,
this is where they drew their last
breaths. the wars blur at the end
when we invaded. lights go on now
in the mini-theater,
the smoke diffuses,
the little soldiers rest.