Deer Rest Glasgow

Another dreary journey down deaths highway The daily life of cursed work Outside Glasgows fair kiss The free tv shows views as cars driven by the undead squeeze past The grubby bus window that no one seems to use All heads in prayer to the constructed deity Creators of a binary god My eyes survey a barren space of kermit green and mud filled divots And as if positioned by a godlike hand A family of dearest deer unspoiled and prohuman glisten from sunlights kiss A miracle not that a wonderful moment in a day of unlived life But as we pass another moment holds hand with the moment before A boy surgically attatched to his phone and headphones Catches sight of deer a frolic And unopposed and unreserved a smile lit his face And the bones that slowly kill me loosen for a breath And a scottish poet finds inpiration and a warmth inside his chest