1981–1990 | |
Poem:
Alasdair Gray © 2005 | |
spelders in glaur apo’ his kite. A solid fact he seems tae some. They arena right. The hippo’s coorse digestive tract erodes through frequent emptying. The KIRK’s the only solid fact that winna ding. In gaitherin o’ warldly gear the hippo often gangs agley. The KIRK can hunker on her rear and draw her pay. The apples hippo gapes tae pree are oot the reach o’ sic a brute. The KIRK’s refreshed frae yont the sea wi’ juicy fruit. A hippo, fashed by fleshy thorn, ejaculates in congress grubby. The KIRK bel-cantos nicht and morn, GOD is her hubby. When cloud o’ mirk obscures creation the hippo wakes tae hunt its meat. The KIRK’s suspendit animation can sleep and eat. Behold the hippopotamus arise, clap his broad wings and, soaring, claim the skies! Angles sing him in, saints bring him in to paradise! In pure flood of lamb’s blood he’s laundered neat. To gold harp in f-sharp he warbles sweet. Clean o’ stain amang his ain each martyred virgin is his jo. The auld KIRK in the auld mirk foozles below. | |||
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