To Let


Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went

Everywhere that Mary went,

A building was To Let.


Gorgeous glass creations

cavernous and hollow,

no desks and files

disturb it’s pristine heart.


The fleece on those stone buildings

reveal its Industrial birth.


Walking through Mackintosh’s

white as snow bedroom

left me gasping, but no clouds of breath

rent the air like smog in this space.


Glasgow may have it’s share of sheep and Marys

but its no little lamb.