Mark Scroggins

Wee Song

the Lord draws no one picks its way across the bottom the Lord draws no one a tiny wee buke a broken gangrel flashing eyes stag hound take it like a man turn again home blackwater side "the only food she had "never dance again" bread & morphine" strathspey sprinkled skirling words voicelings lips parting under water farewell fareweel take back your name, your shiver John--your pillow Madonna of the Rocks footwash Baptist crystals on your sleeve auld black bitch of a boat neither coal nor candle scrape lichens from the stone--or "Charlie is my darlin’"