BRUACH MHOR
After Song
The last to remember us
might be a puzzled bluetit,
pausing on an empty feeder,
briefly moored by the thought:
something happened here.
Eventually, somewhere on Coll,
a gang of starlings may,
after a few generations,
stop their imitation of the sound
of a two-stroke engine,
losing the sense of purpose,
no longer landing on its rusting frame
for the congregation song,
like villagers no longer turning up
to dance around the standing stones.
Bruach Mhor is a fan of sea slugs. His poems have appeared in such places as Gutter, Causeway, Dream Catcher, The Journal, Black Box Manifold, The Interpreter's House, The Lake.
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