A Pancake

Today, I'm flat as a pancake I'm a stopped clock My pendulum's stationery My energy's extinct I'm a Dodo in tomorrowland If I was a cromack, I'd be straight If I was icicle, I'd be bent If I was a Maypole, I'd harbour the death watch beetle Some years were nothing but filling the bins with trash Some years hadn't a single kingfisher flight Living like a hermit, I keep my store of Scots words in my head No social tsunami has washed those words away Nobody's picked the lock of my cultural hoard In years to come, a metal detector may uncover it I pick the scabs of hurts to pass the time Ghosts of cuts on my arms gleam mother of pearL I paint a fresco over today's stagnation