Cold wind scuttles leaves
On St. Hubert. Winter comes
To Monsieur Hot Dog
Snow came this morning
In its pale white light we found
All was denuded
Papineau at night
Unloved in the dirty snow
Stinking of old grease
Crazy old Anglo
With his tangled coat and beard
Shouts: “I’m on Facebook!”
You learn hard things here
Lighting smokes in bitter winds
And fearing death less