MacCaig Poetry

The hospital smell ________ my nostrils.

where I've lain at night in the ________ darkness.

So who's the _______?

how clever it was of Giotto to make his ________ tell stories.

he walks the sidewalk and the thin ______ over violence

But now midnight has come in from _______ places.

A withered hand ______ on its stalk.

she lay ________ in the absolute black of a sandy grave.

To stub an oar on a _____ where none should be.

said Grazie in a voice as ______ as a child's.