TO LYRIC LIGHT
1977-83
    
    
 

FOR GRASS

Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005

 
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Love the friend met in the valley of cunt.
Avoid the enemy made in the valley of cunt.
Dread those who build
civilization badly outside the valley of cunt.

Having wandered far in the amazement of separation
I know that flesh is grass.
Let me graze
in the cleft meadow of Aphrodite.