Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Corstorphine Haze

We came up here to get away from it all
And since I can't see shit, I guess that's Mission Accomplished
Two hundred miles north to a hilltop menagerie
Yet here's the animal I've seen most today: the fucking Queen
The small Scots girl promised nature in abundance
But all I'm getting is miserable sniffing and indignant grunts
Which might be emanating from the packs of schoolchildren
Who came to learn, but have discovered only
That these exotic creatures are smarter than them
Or us
Sleeping through the cloudburst we push through stiff-shouldered
Forced to settle for drawings of what allegedly surrounds us
A child's picture book in pouring rain.

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