Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 376

Resurfacing

Only a moment underground,
feet on rubble, phone torch illuminating
chamber—broken glass, Sex Pistols graffito,
swastika—is long enough
before I grasp rusty ladder,
scrabble up to a welcome
from May sunshine,
fat lambs and orange gorse.

Craig Aitchison

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