1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Breathing survival on my lucky head,
sodium lights glowed unearned haloes
on early-leaving, muffled companions;
they shuffled quietly and unknowingly
along fissured, meditating pavements.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I, too, was favoured; in my mind’s fancy
a hearth enticingly flushed consolation
of a gladdening Scotch whisky haze.
Innocent imagery preceding
tears for the dead.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/ibrox/