A view of hills in Scotland
by R.K. Wallace
they breath
out from the earth
like chests full of melancholy
like those old ladies who stare at
the youth with an alienated sense
of pity
and sometimes
of disgust
as they roam aimlessly
crying for their mothers
searching a breast to suck on
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Puke stains
on the streets of Glasgow city centre
like the shape of a
small country
dried up
and withering away
as the population
refuses to face it
walking around it
trying not to wretch
as they build up
their repressed
disgust