Scottish Fiction

by Edwin Morgan

It isn't in the mirror,

it isn't on the page;

it's a red-hearted vibration

pushing through the walls

of dark imagination

finding no equation.

There's a Red Road rage,

but it's not road rage -

it's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge.

Scottish friction,

Scottish fiction.

It isn't in the castles,

it isn't in the mist;

it's a calling of the waters

as they break to show

the new black death

with reactors aglow.

Do you think your security

can keep you in purity?

You can not shake us off above or below -

Scottish friction,

Scottish fiction.