If you suffer pain And you can’t stoop yourself for fear your spine, Stiffening under the strain, Will flex, with a jolt flex again Like the neck of a heron,Or a flamingo’s s of feather and flame swaying onIts stalk, or a mind goneSpiralling into itself like a dog’s digging up a bone Or trying […]
When my last song is finished,
/ And my heart has lost its fire,
/ When passion is diminished,
/ And dead is all desire,
/ I pray…
All over the fish / and the knife that continues to work / and the marble slab / and her…
In his dark room he is finally alone
/ with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
/ The only light is red…
Mìle marbhaisg ort, a dhèideidh,
/ Thar gach galair,
/ ‘S duilich leam mar dh’fhàg thu m’ eudail…
You’ve hurt your finger? Puir wee man!
/ Your pinkie? Deary me!
/ Noo, juist you haud it that wey till