A shrill distant scream at midnight;
Girls enter the darkness.
But O! Bonnie Edinburgh, dressed in tartan
Your cobbles trickle with whiskey.
Spirits of a plague, faecal slums
through a lens become bookmarks.
Photos of your unholy death bed, last breaths;
Where blood seeps from the stone with every camera flash.
A faint, boastful clink, silver cutlery
Expensive wines; take the pure bred out for a walk in your private gardens.
Ignore it! Ignore it! It’s nothing!
Girlish sobs and cries; stumbling from shipping containers onto your doorstep.
Straight to the tinfoil, to the Rubber, to the hospital.
Does your God accept those that you forgot?