Oh sweet tortuous city

 
 Oh sweet tortuous city
 cold and without care
 The Cowgate
 home of life and light
 now sounds the echoes of the poor
 old howls
 and the current ones
 you are unwelcome everywhere
 haunted by the memory of place
 tyrannical nostalgia
  thousand lives intersect
 cannot  be untangled
 for better and for worse
 overtaking the people of these streets history
 in the grassmarket
 pain swings back and forth like a pendulum
 not easy to leave


(Writers Note: on Edinburgh in dark moods)