Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 336


The wounded hill continues its healing,
quarried guts still exposed.

Can a volcanic laccolith
remember dynamite
blasting a precise pie-slice
from its mauve flank?

Does stone ache at all
at the anniversary of its cutting?

Jay Whittaker

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