Moving in and moving out from where it started.
A southbound boat from Campbeltown,
sown as the deepest seed, blood of saints, blood of slaves.
One chose the cloth, one chose the plume of summer’s brew,
the vaunted weary
till of ground in fierce albion hills.
Today it rests in limbo, madness seared with gospel,
pretending to be real.
–Art by Kaia Pieters