Word from William.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers- William Wordsworth

Gunners' Dream

floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i had a dream
i had a dream
goodbye max
goodbye ma
after the service when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
you take her frail hand
and hold on to the dream
a place to stay
enough to eat
somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
where you can speak out loud
about your doubts and fears
and what's more no-one ever disappears
you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
you can relax on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no-one kills the children anymore
and no-one kills the children anymore
night after night
going round and round my brain
his dream is driving me insane
in the corner of some foreign field
the gunner sleeps tonight
what's done is done
we cannot just write off his final scene
take heed of the dream
take heed

Sunlit path of racial justice.

Let freedom reign.
Protestants and Catholics.
Free at last. Free at last.
Thanks god almighty we are free at last.

From every hill, and molehill in Mississippi.

Is this by Sappho Durrell?

"night-dress- blood batik/batik in blood"
-s.d

I have been gestating the sea all this while

you have been spitting stones into dirt-edged puddles

trying to cast a spell to draw me out with the radiating ripples

you know you can make me come but not cry

out underneath harvest-wet weather

a portion of heaven has been set aside for you

and it goes bad on your plate, surrounded with congealed bone-grease

you would tell the elders that i plucked your tendons for my lyre

and tore away your caul even before birth

but you always confuse me with your mother though i

never let your swollen head pass between my sacred thighs

even knowing stairs and heat as well as i do

how the temperature drops as the banister walks you down into a basement

Boodle.

"I'm a labourer from Kurramine Beach".


Safe travels.