In the Braes of Ben Dorain

On the leeside of the summit he fell,to lay by the side of a small lochan, so; bloodied and dazed, and considering this – ‘ – If I was to die here, no one would knowwith the gate shutting quietly behind, like so – – if I was to die here, then all would knowby my bright bones on rich heather beds – – but if I lived, then no one would know the gate open or shut, it would seem the same – – if I did not die though, then everyone’d knowthe shut gate wide open, its padlock the same.’ And the deer stood watching, the wind at the gate too;and the stags were belling at the swinging gate;and the does trailed through to the clouds at the gate;and the deer, clouds, wind all wandered off too. He said to the nurse, surgeon, police: – I fell from the edge; my wife couldn’t see; – I fell from the edge; my wife saw it, called you; – I felt someone push me; my wife wouldn’t see; – I felt someone push; my wife’s shoe shoved to see if I stirred still; I lay still….’ But the nurse, surgeon, police had…