You can tire of island lifeSalt Sea Sky Open space. A crowded streetSprayed name on red brick wallIs a visual treatAnd people People People.
The words first appeared on a lamp post
/ on a dirty road between a chip shop
/ and some tired Turkish…
sgrìobh thu air m’ anam
/ do nàdur, a bhidse gun chridhe, is dhùin
/ thu an leabhar gu grad mus d’ ràinig
/ sinn deireadh…
In T.S. Eliot’s Collected, a hand written dedication,
/ To all self-worshippers.
/ Over the line in Lord Nelson’s letter to Lady Hamilton