CATHEDRAL

One late summer day
Spent with you in
A touch too much of the sun.
Hot city and uncompromisingly
Glasgow. Warts and all.

Another grim cathedral.
Ghosts in a cold cold crypt.
Shadows where I left you cold.
Cold insinuating to the bone.
Nothing was sacred really.

Outside the Necropolis
Clung crawling to the hill,
Urns and John Knox,
Thought of an ostentatious death.
I was terrified.

Oh I loved you in spite of
My tired feet in tight shoes.
Love made me numb.
But We were a poor match.
You found me ill fitting.

From "A Book of Men" published by Akros Publications.