The Way - by
Friend, I have lost the way.
/ The way leads on.
/ Is there another way?
/ The way is one.
/ I must retrace the track.
/ It’s lost…
the unknown
Timor mortis conturbat me - by
Will it give me six months warning
/ Or come when least expected?
/ Will I trip over it one morning
/ And find…
Borders - by
That sound outside, near Sandyhills bridge,
/ along Barnhourie Burn, a high wild wailing
/ winding down to a long low growl of echo,
/ has…
The Storm - by
This might be the calm before the storm / or this might be the storm; / some are sunbathing on…
The Song of the Ungirt Runners - by
We swing ungirded hips, / And lightened are our eyes, / The rain is on our lips, / We do…
When Will the War Be By? - by
“This year, neist year, sometime, never,”
/ A lanely lass, bringing hame the kye,
/ Pu’s at a…
In No Man’s Land - by
Anyway, shooting is over bold,
/ Oh, damn you, get back to your trench, you blighter,
/ I really can’t shoot a man with…
from ‘Playing God’ - by
10. A note of warning to patients when all else fails
/
/ Sometimes the needle is too blunt.
/ The stethoscope is too quiet.
/ The…
Going without Saying - by
i.m. Joe Flynn
/
/ It is a great pity we don’t know
/ When the dead are going to die
/ So that, over a last…
Winter (EM) - by
The year goes, the woods decay, and after,
/ many a summer dies. The swan
/ on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes and goes.
/ It…
Wit is it - by
The stonemason sade it’s aw in yur heed
/ Yur eyes ur like windeez an yur brain’s gon naywhere
/ Build yurself a palace
/
/ The…
Geese - by
That I choose you or
/ you choose me to
/ make our lives together is
/ a lie:
/
/ whatever binds us
/ is whatever holds…