How do you get 20 Canadian poets out of a pool?

The list author says:
	"Seeing the rows of heads/and upturned eyes.../I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge/to step on ants. I keep the beat,/and dance for them because/they can't. The music smells like foxes..."

The list author says:
	"If I had to do it again, I'd place a stethoscope on the heart of us/Sooner. I'd prescribe Neruda, not the despair but the slow blossom of 20 kisses."

The list author says:
	"like mirrors in a movie palace lobby consulted/only on the way out/like a nymphomaniac who binds a thousand/into strange brotherhood/I wait/for each one of you to confess"

The list author says:
	"...fomenting life, as though the bombed-out windows don't shine on the ghost of the church./ The wind blows through the ivy branches on the walls, making a small, naked sound."

The list author says:
	"Suddenly you pity their lemon-yellow lightning bolts and their plastic boots. If Mary Marvel's skirt hadn't been lenghtened, you might never have come to this moment of truth."

The list author says:
	"Who needs all those hymns printed on toilet paper?"

The list author says:
	"...we'll stay, push on, higher, west where/the haze of cirrus fades to a passport/black, star-stamped and shut, not just/expat but exhuman; gone hairy, sure footed,/at home with our funk..."

The list author says:
	"I should have known/you would dissolve into something clear and unresolved,/like water, and that I would put my hands deep in you/and they would come up empty, wet from the touch of my own face."

The list author says:
	"Loot your own heart, break the/windows, reach in and take everything/because you might not be back."

The list author says:
	"Remember how big/we were once? We were/giants of women./We were Olive Oyl./We were Popeye, too."

The list author says:
	"There's a place/between desire and memory, some back porch/we can neither wish for nor recall..."

The list author says:
	"I held the wire/in the candle flame/watched it turn red,/rage red. Touched/the wire to my skin./Angry tooth./Sharp suckling./The pain, the waves like waves that leave/a swimmer gasping."

The list author says:
	"the photograph...inclusion/of (and all the attempted foresight/associated with) the non-glare/glass. but light, that outside the ordered/capture of this piece, however muted/and hazy, still intrudes"

The list author says:
	"...winter has announced itself today; has taken the form of an itch of peacoat felt that bothers my arm."

The list author says:
	"...but in the square the angels watched the monsters/on the peak of the roof, listened to the hymns, and did not/sing a note."

The list author says:
	"But how did I come to be here?/This place is not my place,/these ways are not my ways. I/do not understand their/consumer index; their life-style options; their bottom line"

The list author says:
	"watched Larry nail the snake to a telephone pole./It twisted on twin points of light, unable to crawl/out of its pain, its mouth opening, the red/tongue tasting its own terror, I loved it then..."

The list author says:
	"to come to what you have to say, you have to/sweep this stretch of land up around your feet and point to the/signs, pleat whole histories with pins in your mouth and guess/at the fall of words."

The list author says:
	"Have never asked for dewdrops/suspended from every weed, sunlight always/glancing off my spokes, beauty/caught with every heartbeat..."

The list author says:
	"Sing about Canada, even if it gets you nowhere."