Sunday, 19 June 2011
The Sunday Post.
Hullo ma wee blog,
Built like a gorrilla but less timid,
Thick fleshed, steak-coloured, with two
Heiroglyphs in his face that mean
trouble, he walks the sidewalk and the
thin tissue over violence. This morning,
when he said "See you babe" to his wife,
he hoped it, he truly hoped it.
He is a gorilla
to whom "Hiya honey" is no cliche.
Should the tissue tear, should he plunge through
into violence, what clubbings, what
gunshots between Phoebe's Whamburger
And Louie's Place.
Who would be him, gorilla with a nightstick,
whose home is a place
he might, this time, never get back too?
And who would be who have to be his victims.
Norman MacCaig, April 1966.
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