bagpipes at night

Kilts sway &dreadful drones stutter their ancient wailing.

The chanters start the crisp tune.

Pipers bloated faces & flat fingers s

stir up sounds strong enough to raise the dead.

Some in the ranks sing along

watching the waves crash along the coastline.

Ghosts of ancestors worm their way in.

Silhouttes shuffling though foggy corridors

of fighting men crawling up the skin of all,

drowning out the strident sounds.
Our silent moon aloof, far away

takes the salute.