What gifts shall I bring to Glasgow? 
I will bring you the aroma 
Of a million shellfish cooking where they lie 
In boiling rockpools;
The last cry of a lonely bird;
The silent columns of an empty wood; 
A meadow without bees;
An orchard with no crop of butterflies or fruit; 
The stink of cattle caged in concrete; 
An ocean of corrupted algae;
A whale rotting on an empty beach; 
The fading rattle of a child's last breath;
A mother's drying breast. 

I will bring you acres of blackened stumps 
And dust; 
The slosh of waves within an empty house;. 
A field of withered crops; 
A single feather drenched in oil; 
A dead earthworm in it's poisoned soil; and 
The vomit of the cancered man who farmed it; 
A skeleton entwined with plastic. 

I will bring you a swollen bloated corpse 
Floating on the ebbing tide; 
Blackened bones and greasy ash 
From flesh. 

I'll bring you the stench of frightened sweat; 
The smell of fear 
And shit 
Flowing through our flooded streets. 
I'll bring you hate in too-young eyes; 
Despair in old ones. 

I will bring these gifts to Glasgow 
And lay them at your feet. 
And then you dare - you dare - 
Tell me you've got this.