(Sonnet written during one or other of the various Québec separatist crises)
In May, when Montreal Explodes into Summer, Disbelieving the evidence Of his starved Winter senses, The backyard gardener touches, Gingerly, the new fire-bright bud, First manifesto Of the revolutionary underground,
And wonders, with a sudden qualm, How those unruly elements Had seethed unseen Beneath his bourgeois feet To present him, finally, With this fait accompli.
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