Always the outsider
I am not English; I am of the people.
I am not Scottish; I was born in Durham.
I am not educated; I studied mathematics.
I am not a UNIX wizard; I am of the poets.
I was defeated at Arderydd; I hid in the Black Mountain.
I sang before Vortigern; victory over the Saxon.
I hate the Welsh; an inferior nation.
I like America; its technocratic culture.
I don't believe in Love; I am Orpheus.
I don't believe in God; I am the Devil.
I am of the village; I am of the city.
I have praised the moon; I have swum the ocean.
I am of the Dark Age; after the Fall of Troy.
I am Rangers and Celtic; the Glasgow Saturday night.
I am the barbarian; deprived of faith and kindness.
I am the magician; living my seasons in hell.
I have come pure from the beginning;
I have become twisted and coarsened as the years sped by;
I have seen the end of everything;
And still I survive.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
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