Old Country

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i am a shallow grave.
slicing dark peat, you wrapped your church up in a flag,
and sacrificed it to disease.
buoyed by bitter, anxious thoughts, buried slights,
you built monuments to martyrs with our ashes.
we’re digging all our lives.
you taste of a low tide.
you stink of decay.
your churches lie empty.
your god is depressed.
the old language has fallen.
your dark hills are broken.
the wheel is not turning.
the green grass is scalded.

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from Let Glasgow Perish, released November 16, 2012

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