THE FOGBOW Poem by WN Herbert
THE FOGBOW
Ghaist o a gaw that few hae seen
paintit on fog lyk a fugue o thi scheme
Noah supposit thi Lord tae mean
when aa were drooned,
ither hauf o yin o His een
thon runic roond.
Rope o smoke lyk a loop on a cable,
Grisaille Cain tae thi rainbow's Abel,
ultra-blank tae infra-sable,
auld noose o tow;
Yin that's strang whaur Yang is faible:
faur are ye now?
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