This poem by Cassidy McFadzean took the prize for best local entry in our fourth annual Writing in the Margins creative writing contest.
A Skin for a Skin
I want to be a cover girl on The Bay’s glossy flyer,
draped in a Hudson’s Bay blanket, four stripes.
My casket’s red on white. My wool’s laced with virus.
Beaver pelt, jockey hat. I’m the hunter, you’re the muskrat.
Forget the fur trade, let’s role-play. I ambush
your lowly fortress. I commandeer this loaded musket.
You march the meandering path of Lieutenant Edgar Dewdney,
Broken windows, shattered glass. All the city’s streetlights
black out when I pass. All this city’s roads split
from Dewdney Ave. I spot the old Government House
on Google Street View. Drag a cursor to the park
where Louis Riel hanged. Stand beside the flagpole,
can’t make out the plaque. My flag flies at half-mast.
My leaf’s white on red: that’s a picture of the future.
Zoom into a pixelated cloud shaped like a boot print.