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WHATEVER YOU DO Whatever you do, do not slam the year open with a bang, waken the child sleeping under that tree into terror, that tree dying in our back yard, birds lining up to mourn.

You wanted a cheer for new lang syne?

Have you looked at the under cutting of the North Shore mountains, have you heard four wheel drives passing your sweet coupé on the rain slick of Burrard?
Let that babe sleep, let chainsaw rest in watershed, tell politico it's all right to be short, tell him forget auld acquaintance, have a look at this sleeper 'neath our tree, wake this sweet bairn if need be with a cup of kindness, two handles, show this dear drowsy head the home made paper you're holding- it's the deed, hand it to that kid, say keep this here, don't let them take it anywhere, south or up the tower.
That's right, compañero, and say, that wee critter looks powerful like you, you must be proud, lucky dad.

As an earthquake rocks a corpse in its coffin in the clay so are you rocked in your desire, so do you meet a living January, so does Nature, call her that again, depend on your doting, how we have reversed our lot, oh Death we address not, but list with new ear to the Spirit herself utter her fear of us.
Look, we've wakened the child, how can we teach her be not us, how give her power and sweetness, and tell her what acquaintance should be forgot?

Spread a rictus along your jaw, dad, help raise a whoop and pretend this will one day all be hers, poor orphan, whose face even now is shaded by that dead branch.