SIXTEEN OCCASIONAL POEMS
Poem: Alasdair Gray © 2005
the park today is showing signs of dearth.
It is not good for man to be alone.
Did I give the keeper’s wife so sharp a tongue?
Is that why they sit brooding back to back?
What does she find so charming in the snake?
It will drive my other beasts wild,
But naming them
(the keeper knows) is a way of taming them.
So why are the privileged managers of my zoo
bits off my favourite tree? GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!