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Random All over Scotland Women are burning dinners Are having fatherless babies ‘Granny, ' a wee boy whispers ‘Don't let the wolf eat me.' From the latest war Stretcher by stretcher The dead and wounded pass Birch trees and aspens shimmer Supple and flexible Nothing breaks them down Out of the dark My son's ghost rises The day he died A bomb went off in my world The sea of clouds To a women with cataracts Looks like a membrane Stretched on misty gravestones On sanctimonious Sundays I loved to binge on books