(Balloch March)

by Jaz Dunnichen

Out of the horizon

come behemoths drawn to light,

Earth shakers

awaiting a master’s voice

obedient.

An older and a wiser man

steps on the crossing and lies down

disobedient.

Two young policemen make a collar

from a generation conscripted into

Hiroshima Nagasaki

McArthur and Korea

Bikini Atoll Christmas Island

Cuba

Chernobyl Fukushima,

and the rest known unto God.

In the deep space beyond irony

the peace is breached and

a midge in the fission removed.

Only obeying orders

the convoy square bashes towards oblivion.

From the opposite direction

tides of Spring and tourism

obey the Moon towards Loch Lomond.