City Poems: Glasgow
"Scotland the Brave" We reverted in a Moment,
entertaining particular conditions, the
elasticity of Monarchial claiming…
Intrigue is standard fare. Who so ever disputes
never quite grasped the removal of an Equation
giving a new Sound to the lack in Empire.
Granted, we all deviate. Who would be consistent
longingly is forsaking simple humanity. Pain is truth:
absolutism. "we missed the Bombings tho' not the fires"
Stuarts, ascendant. Ah, the Hanoverian
games played when Wars create certain Need
only now, the need is Kept.
We seem to appreciate it more that way.