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The Beaverbrae: (refugee ship sailing from Germany to Canada after World War Two)

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Barbara Hunt
August 3, 2011
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Orphaned, around the world you sail
your ship of hope, a blackened scow
men muttering in darkness, babies wail.

Mothers, grandmothers dipping bale
-ful crusts in strongest tea allowed.
Orphaned, around the world you sail

slung in stacked coffins, you’re availed
some snatch of sleep up in the prow
men muttering in darkness. Babies wail

their cries piercing your drifting veil
of dreams . . .
Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 3. Purchase the book to read the full piece.

Toronto locations referenced in this piece

“Orphaned, around the world you sail and sliding into Union . . . ” —Union Station

“ . . . ride the rail of hopes hanging like socks ’cross rooming-house row men muttering on Markham, babies wail no more . . . ” —Markham St.

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