Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005


Because the city was built in time of mutiny
my fingers crumble it down to its foundation.
A wrong wish mixed in the mortar
.......................................deranges this stone flesh.

The father's strength is essential. In isolation
I got it as contraband and the city festered.
Now his hand is a viaduct joining heart to heart.

I will love strangely no longer. The woman is mine.
Hands that depose a mother instate no virgin.
When a son gets his child on a virgin the child is Satan.

In the logical city the mother is always virgin
but a woman legalizes my seed in her body
making it another son or woman,
herself a new mother and virgin,
and me Lord and father of myself's own city.

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