Like dafties we paid siller for pain
Breaking joints and spine on Edinburgh’s outlying lungs
The Arctic blast in April filleted the SAS team out;
Never mind the bands playing to the blue skinned
Natives and guests from all parts.
Yet it is as nothing to what hunger does,
What hatred carves out in many a heart and place
When you have a finish that is there not hidden
There is not much to get over
Just some pure Scottish rain pelting Saint and Sinner alike.
Having had a good response to a running piece-here’s one for all and KS-time for another?
Nae a body in sicht
In this summer whaur even tyres melt
Gone from the burns an yird
Bairns blasted tae smithereens fae baith faiths
Equal magisteria doun in the glaur
Unsullied in saul an speerit lik yon skinklin stane.
Sodgers fer wronged Prophets naethin
But murderers fae heid tae toe
Savagery is aye mair aboot pain
Thair pain, thair feelings o sma beings lost
Kennin we are
Jist sea spray on a wee planet
Dinna mourn thair defeat
A lang or short demise.
*I visited the bridge a few years ago
Nae-no, sicht-sight, whaur-where, yird-earth, bairns-children, baith-both, glaur-mud, saul-soul, sodgers-soldiers, kenning-knowing, dinna-don’t, their-their.
It tested you that gut wrenching run
Up from the village keeping tight by the pine tree line
Burst a lung and cerebellum over rock, mound and mud
West Lomond’s skirts demanded blood, sweat, dying legs.
Knee strip support and mair* rests than Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’
Means I can still make it-
See Perthshire and the guts of Scotland beyond
Savour that kestrel level view forever.
Mair-Scots for more.