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Good Angel

T. S. Law

Ten thousand bullets fired,
all the angry wasps in the world,
and devil the one to sting me:
I’m the lucky man.

Ten thousand leagues of trooping in the war,
watching the mast stab the stars
in a sky as big as anticipation,
and devil the shot I’ve heard fired in anger:
I’m dead lucky.

Tens of thousands of bombs fallen
and Europe every bit as dangerous
as ten thousand hair-tearing harridans,
and here am I, singing,
lucky as the Twelve Apostles,
devil the death in me at all:
I’m the lucky man, dead lucky.

17th October 1944


T. S. Law

from At the Pynt o the Pick and Other Poems (Blackford: Fingerpost Publicatiouns, 2008)

Reproduced by permission of the Estate of T.S. Law.

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T. S. Law1916 - 1997

T. S. Law was a prolific poet who wrote mainly in Scots and produced work in a great variety of form, his subjects being working-class culture and community, the political condition of Scotland and the world-wide imperative of freedom.
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