On the Subject of Belts


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History.

He kept his, warm,
under the shoulder of his tweed jacket,
and when he brought it out
what scared was how
it held its shape,
a leather-thick boomerang,
ready tae straighten you oot.
And he’d batter it down on your palms
but worse,
on wrists,
or halfway up your arms.
and promise with a grin
“this’ll hurt you much more than it hurts me”

Chemistry.

His pal along the corridor
had a wee cupboard on the wall
Wooden,
next to the blackboard.
Him,
with his belts of assorted thicknesses
dished out
according to
gravity of crime,
and blackness of mood,
or whim.

Physics

And a lesson
in performance.
The tawse with its tails
laid out on the bench
salted and peppered,
for its the season o revenge,
as this hunchback hurls
full circle down on you
and his tilting body
reminds you of
windmills
and stones rollin away.

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