IN A COLD ROOM
1952-57
    
   

 

STATEMENTS OF AN UNCEILINGED BLOOD

 

Poem: © 2005 Alasdair Gray

IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE CAVITY:
EYESOCKET IN NO SKULL, WOUND IN NO FLESH,
THE FACELESS MOUTH, THE COATLESS POCKET.

THIS GOT SUCH HORROR OF ITS OWN VACUITY
IT TRIED AT LENGTH TO SCREAM,
AS WHO WOULD NOT?


THEN, AFTER AEONS FIGHTING VOICELESSNESS,
IT SCREAMED A NEBULA OF HYDROGEN.

ODD THAT THE JEWS SHOULD SO
HAVE MISCONSTRUED
THAT SCREAM A WORD, THAT CAVITY A GOD.


THEN LIFE APPEARED, A CANCER OF THE CLAY.
SOME MOLECULES CHANCE SHUFFLED
.....................................................INTO SENSE
WHICH WRIGGLED OUT INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY.
A KNOT OF FIBRE TWITCHING IN THE FIRMAMENT
WITH NO PROVISION FOR ITS GOVERNMENT.


MIND IS A SKY-MACHINE
.............KEPT STABLE BY THE BREEZE OF BREATH:
A RACKETY SLIPSHOD THING OF GUT AND NERVE,
PATCHED TUBE AND TWISTED CABLE.
THE ENGINES OF THE HEART AND LUNG SUSTAIN
ITS WINGS ABOVE THE BASEMENT OF A VOID.
BOXED IN ITS SKULL,
.....BRAIN IS THE ANEROID BY WHICH WE GAUGE
A LEVEL THROUGH THE PRESSURE OF OUR PAIN
AND STRUGGLE HARD FOR SOME
DEGREE OF STABLE EQUILIBRIUM.


CORRUPTION IS THE ROMAN WHORE TO WHOM
HANGMEN AND POLITICIANS PLAY THE PIMP.
SHE SUCKS ALL SEMEN BACK INTO HER WOMB
AND ISSUES FROM THE PASTURE OF HER THIGHS
BASTARDS WHO MOMENTLY REPOPULATE
THE OCEANS, ROCKS AND SKIES.
THE COFFIN IS NO MORE
THAN BAWDY HOUSE FOR THAT
...............................GRAND ROMAN WHORE.


JUST AS THE SUN
....IS ONE SPARK
........IN A TREMENDOUS DARK

SO LOVE IS A POINT OF HEAT IN THAT COLD
....FELT BY THE YOUNG AND
...................................VERY OLD WHO KNOW
...................................ALL FOOTPRINTS MUST BE
BLOTTED OUT BY SNOW

AND OUT OF LOVE WE SIT
....WITH HUNGER GNAWING AT OUR WIT
.......AND EARS COCKED FOR THE BARK
...........OF MOUTHING ANARCHY CROUCHED
..................................BEASTWISE IN THE DARK

ALONE ALONE COLD COLD COLD AND ALONE
....INSIDE THE BLACK VAST
.......ETERNALLY REVOLVING,
...........REMORSELESS ENGINE OF THE WHOLE.


MOTHER, LOST MOTHER,
...........WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ALL MY HEAT
LEAVING ME ALONE,
AS COLD AS WATER, AS COLD AS STONE?

I DID NOT WEEP WHEN YOU DIED,
.......................................I WAS WARM THEN.
WE LAY ON ONE BED,
ONE PILLOW UNDER OUR HEAD.

MOTHER, WHEN I WAS DRIVEN
.......................OUT OF YOUR QUILTED WOMB
DID YOU MEAN ME TO GO WITH SO LITTLE HEAT
INTO THIS IMPLACABLE MACHINE?


  
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