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kevin wright Jun 19
Civilisation the destroyer of homeostasis

visitors smile on the philistines
how poor
how cute
how primitive
unintelligible Gaels
no soldiers cross to bear

embarrassing
they wear no shoes
they have no ornaments
they eat the poor wildlife
Kildian pose with me

knowledge eras now ignore  
fashionable tweed needed out
no doctors
catch my cold
upgrade the crofts
build them chic

bait those of young age
away to lands a far
remove the labourers
taunt with silver purses
starve the islanders out

oversee the clearance
the navy are here
take only what you can carry
drown the island dogs
the sheep pay the Kildians fare

a good book deposited in each house
to bring peace
protect the souls of Hirte now marooned
secrets of a culture now destroyed
a church, a classroom, a post office now decried
grow now wrack and ruin

Hirte haunt those pleasure seekers
guard the islands for the future
simple ideology now derided
watch the islands fade on the horizon
don’t cry
a cutting-edge society lies ahead

now its time to saviour the gains
too much sugar
too much alcohol
too much smoking
too much crime
too much poverty
and much more in isolation
part three in the series of poems: St Kilda a winters tale and St Kilda a summer tale. St Kilda an isolated island whose culture was disrespected and wiped from the map by a better society. In 1930 for better or worse the population as moved, this represents how many poeples of the world are relocated for a good reason but for whos gain? Also known as Hirta which here represents an ancestral plane.
kevin wright Jun 14
Summer, long sunny days
welcome is the light by all
men stripped to the waists
cutting and a drying the peat
repairing crofty cracks

scaling the unclimbable cliffs for eggs
fresh vegetables to be eked out
tatties  stored
bird meat for the stew
bountiful cow milk for the pail

white tailed sea eagles feeding their young chicks
unseen souls of Hirte watch the new visitors
together with golden eagles on high
predators eye abundant wildlife
puffins diving for fish ignore the wrecks
lambs abound in nonchalant play

bare footed are the women  
woven yarn carried to trade
a simple boat awaits oars and sail set
the lord is paid the rent
return with news and winter oats

a new generation are ready to bond
the village assemble within the church
the cloth bands of marriage are worn
vows exchanged
a croft is made ready

a community
wary they of  visitors
protecting a way of life
symbolised by a faith
strengthen mind and body
prepare for the impending darkness
A follow up and contrast to St Kilda a winters tale. St Kilda an isolated island where a singular culture, language, a fight for survival and a place where ships were often wrecked depended on a strong faith. Also known as Hirta which here represents an ancestral plane.

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