They say we are banal
Lacking in passion
For togetherness
Or some sort of
Apartheid;
But it has been too long
Since the bluntest axe
Hacked the widow’s tree
And the cries of the ravens
Drowned-out the singing bairns
Who still sing
Sentimentally
Beneath the waves of romance
For a fairy tale nation
That cannot be
Except in the mad imagination
Of pipers and make-believe
Piobaireachd
We die breathless
Vibrate vapor omnia