Since the former priestess’s departure / a sea-change has taken place.
The train glides through a world of frozen white,
/ low mists swirl and smudge the mirror of the Clyde,
/ Helensburgh stretches…
It’s like painting / the Forth Bridge / without the fresh air / and fear / of drowning.
(from the photo with the same title by Don McCullin)
/ A pipe fitter’s mate at the gates of dawn
/ Is wrenched from…
The machines don’t / stop, night or day, although, one by one, / the anonymous men are slipping away.
If I have to, then let me be the whaler poet, / launcher of the knife, portioning off / the…
for Terence Brown
/ Seeing the bags of meal passed hand to hand
/ In close-up by the aid workers, and soldiers
/ Firing over the…
My only talent lay in these.
/ My father rubbed his hands together,
/ stared as though their whorls held codes
/ of thirty years obstetric…
The power of Thought—the magic of the Mind! …
If all the year were playing holidays, / To sport would be as tedious as to work.
The stonemason sade it’s aw in yur heed
/ Yur eyes ur like windeez an yur brain’s gon naywhere
/ Build yurself a palace
wear three T-shirts and one hooded top
/ layers are important
/ they can always come off
/ remember your oilskins
/ it’s always raining somewhere
/ wear a scarf