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’"