The Grave Of All Mankind

 

Shudderin’ thistle, gi’e owre, gi’e owre….

Grey sand is churnin’ in my lugs
The munelicht flets, and gantin’ there
The grave o’ a’ mankind’s laid bare
—On Hell itsel’ the drawback rugs!

Nae man can ken his hert until
The tide o’ life uncovers it,
And horror-struck he sees a pit
Returnin’ life can never fill!…

 

from A Drunk Man Looks at Throbbing Thistle

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