Machar Granite

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Body of the kirk

The bells ring out, we gather in shame of truth, to read between the lines, kneeling at the pew, into the fold coming in from the cold, tightly knit, but do the pieces fit? is there a strand that’s running through?

When the chips are down do we all gather round the body of the kirk?

In reformation an oath we took, by the grace of god, by the holy book, into the fold, coming in from the cold, tightly knit but do the pieces fit? do we cut our cloth accordingly?

When the chips are down do we all gather round the body of the kirk?

To watch me faulter, now you’ve got me standing at the alter, on a stool, can I get salvation from the congregation?

When some are more equal than others

Can I get salvation by deliberation?

When some are more equal than others

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Jannie

My money’s all but spent, on cigarettes and drink, my boilers on the blink, i’m alone.

Children greet me on the street, throwing coins and stones and sweets, I turn the other cheek and steal home

Despite the hurt in me, I helped you climb that tree, I sang you ‘bally bee, I plastered up your knee

In safety I will keep, til home at half past three, til verge of puberty, then you’re gone, but oh how I deplore, the knock on my front door, going home at half past 4, nights begun

Despite the hurt in me, I helped you climb that tree, I sang you ‘bally bee, I plastered up your knee

The only constant here, a footnote, a reference, treat me with indifference, the only constant here, is it me you recognise? too harmless to despise, the only constant here, I cannot reconcile, you cannot help remind, the only constant here, in each and every young smile, my own unborn child…

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