I read something today, if the train was coming, would you move?
It got me wondering how much you think about death.
See, you're a fighter. You fight for things.
You fight for the love you want, you fight for the life you want to live.
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This poem recalls an experience years ago. In 1988 I attended an Alex Colville exhibition with a well-known Canadian novelist. While we were looking at 'Horse and Train' she asked me the somewhat-purile-but-loaded question, 'Would you want to be the horse or the train? ' I had the presence of mind to answer, 'Neither - I would want to be the painting.' In truth, simulations of the kind are revealing in heroic and mythic realms, but, I only note, not as a test of character.