jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!


After His Death

Norman MacCaig
for Hugh MacDiarmid

It turned out
that the bombs he had thrown
raised buildings:

that the acid he had sprayed
had painfully opened
the eyes of the blind.

Fishermen hauled
prizewinning fish
from the water he had polluted.

We sat with astonishment
enjoying the shade
of the vicious words he had planted.

The government decreed that
on the anniversary of his birth
the people should observe
two minutes pandemonium.

the jingling geordie

My photo
whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur