O Manitoban cold-storage beneath
lot lights, snow-night, ornamental fence
and unmanned cameras; open-maw dumpster
behind the food bank, twixt tracks,
the old cracker factory, warehouses
and grain elevator, filled with bounty.
How far the food comes to wind up
here; Prince Edward Island potatoes, occasional
Alberta beef b-cuts saved by Winnipeg's February,
cans labeled in Thai or Hindi,
Alberta beef b-cuts saved by Winnipeg's February,
cans labeled in Thai or Hindi,
for whatever reason not parceled out
out front, but still good in natural stasis.
And at the call of gleaning precision, gloved hands
shovel
food into bags, and there's always some
bigmouth who, making note
of the waste of the West
blurts out starving children
a world
away as though
we
weren’t picking through trash at midnight.
Joel Robert Ferguson is the author of The Lost Cafeteria (2020, Signature Editions) and holds a Masters in Creative Writing from Concordia University in Montreal. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications including Arc, The Columbia Review, The Honest Ulsterman, The Malahat Review, Orbis, and Southword Journal. He lives in Winnipeg, Treaty 1 territory, with his partner and their three cats.
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