VERSES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES
From UNLIKELY STORIES MOSTLY 1983
Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005
7 – We Weep to Be, in ‘Logopondancy’
After which Agon all we gain is gift:
Air, sunlight, ground to stand on, yeah, disease
Which turns the soul to all from it bereft
By Adam’s greed, pain showing what was, left.
Delight without disease would stand us still.
Hell herds us hence to Heaven: ill antidotes ill.