Horseman

Chasing the guts
Rolling down the long river
Guts of ideas a rural town might deliver
It’s not Inverness
Though the views are familiar
In the dilapidated church
You know the pews are quite similar

Non-linear routes through the centre of the light show
Corrugated Tesco roof fade
Market Road barbershops solemnly shut
I can’t shake the feeling they’ll bind me with line
Then stick me in a big dock-off wicker fish

Above the tackle shop in the renovated gallows
A psychic battle with swirling murmurations
Bumping teacups at the Pleasure Rink
The Bolg Bui regulars are residual presences
From 1798

Non-linear routes through the centre of the light show
Corrugated Tesco roof fade
No, I don’t think they saw me
Please come back to haunt me
Before my mind runs away with the dish

I thought I saw the face of the horseman