the evangelists have decided to give away free stones?
hang on, those are just to hold down their beliefs –
in the wet sprung air of a ghost town tunnel
they are singing the usual amazing grace, poor damp girl
wondering if she believes it…maybe she doesn’t.
the shoppers trundle up and down with haphazard trolleys
the circuitry of the ring road runs is almost occult
mad old women eye the cyclists, Indirah in her red coat
whispers about her daughter, she left an envelope behind
containing squashed notes £100 and some dirt
ah bedraggled! Belonging to something is apex
is diamond, is radiant! Irresistible songs bleat of family!
Angus Mcphee weaves grasses into boots on Uist
he dresses in straw to dig potatoes, calms bulls, never speaks…
here people just meander soulfully toward checkouts and churches
avoiding governmental messages of doom…
outside the shopping centre someone calls for Mammon
Or it could have been Mamun
either way, it’s all waiting