About the poet
RON BUTLIN is a former Edinburgh Makar / Poet Laureate (2008-14). He has published ten volumes...
Nice Has Become a Suburb of Edinburgh
I was having a last drink with a friend at the very moment
a truck was being driven down a faraway hillside.
I left the bar to find the city-centre deserted –
No trams, no buses, no pedestrians and all the shop doors
standing wide open. Everyone had gone to Nice
to see the fireworks.
My friend was dying of cancer. We’d said goodbye,
and I was setting off across the city as the truck
approached la Promenade des Anglais.
He’d been given two years at most. No more consultations,
no more tests. I was putting my key in the door when
the truck started its zigzag carnage through men,
women and children, continuing
to crush them under its wheels as I climbed
the stairs to our top floor flat.
My friend had looked tired, hesitant, but his parting
handclasp had been sure.
Princes Street. La Promenade des Anglais.
From today it’s only a short walk from one to the other.
When we say goodbye, we feel closer than ever before.
unpublished poem, © Ron Butlin 2017, used by permission of the author
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