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Wallace Monument

FK9 5LF

 

It’s the wrong way up the other plug, a-

cross the glacial groove that left the Forth

to slither through the grazing plain, washing

off or buffing up  the remembered wounds

that coerced this kingdom.

                                                William’s short-

lived statue is long gone, a knave-hearted jibe

at the past. But his tower holds the fort

for all that the English need to see be-

low and from the parapet. Each sandstone

step could stand for another betrayal.

 

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