sneaking into the city Prometheus
late again and so close to Juneteenth
time stops framing a lit up sky
not shunting burning coals
to Molls Myre above Dixon Blazes
ancient master blacksmith’s sit with Charles
and Margaret fire-placed in perfect
swinging low clouds like Gods
..
and Goddesses muse over theft fuelling
fine fire and art no cupids angels frolicking
or gossiping about who Jupiter’s off shagging
when you really need him to be angry
as thunder to bring rain
..
below in the shadows a fiddling fiddler
offers flamed serenades silent rhymes
of night and day cracking structures snapping-hissing
popping sonatas paid in grounded
capped coins on concrete croons aromatic
fiery-smoking haar-filling
blanketed-brassy-breathy tinny red notes
A Mother’s Sacrifice wraps
itself around Glasgow mourning
..
and Scottish MSP’s refused to parlay
parliaments anti-democratic jiggery-pokery
devolution walked out its metal on worlds stage
allying together against rape clauses for…
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