Remote Glen-Dwellers

By Angus Martin

Of this monstrously tormented
world, we know too much
that puts our minds wrong
and besides we cannot change it;

better perhaps the ignorance
of remote glen-dwellers in history
for whom the news was local
a trickling of small events

all comprehensible and sure
like the sun going down predictably
behind a hill that was always there
asleep in the bed of its name.

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