(Balloch March 2016)
Out of the horizon
come behemoths drawn to light,
awaiting a master’s voice,
An older and a wiser man
steps on the crossing and lies down,
Two young policemen make a collar
from a generation conscripted into
McArthur and Korea
Bikini Atoll Christmas Island
and the rest known unto God.
In the deep space beyond irony
the peace is breached and
a midge in the fission removed.
Only obeying orders
the convoy square bashes towards oblivion.
From the opposite direction
tides of Spring and tourism
obey the Moon towards Loch Lomond.
John Quinn is formerly a teacher and now works as a Tour Guide at Dundee’s Verdant Works museum. His poems have appeared in many publications including Poetry Scotland, Southlight and Northwords Now.