This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.
Six Poems
Calvary
My eye is not on Calvary
nor on Bethlehem the Blessed,
but on a foul-smelling backland in Glasgow,
where life rots as it grows;
and on a room in Edinburgh,
a room of poverty and pain,
where the diseased infant
writhes and wallows till death.
A Highland Woman
Hast Thou seen her, great Jew,
who are called the One Son of God?
Hast Thou seen on Thy way the like of her
labouring in the distant vineyard?
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