Edinburgh, 2016 (Lies)

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?

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