Two mothers

You were like
Two mothers
Protecting me
Your breast plates of love
Shining
Like branding irons
I was
Covered over
By a nightingale in ivy
You hid me like a baby
From
The Egyptian lord of death
You
Were an army
Against the night
You were
Like two
Protective mothers
You held out your hands into the darkness
Into the dream-river-stream
You could separate
Life from death
You had the strength
Of an angel
There was healing power
There was sleep

Three little children

Three little children
Run about
The three little children
Of freedom
Fireflies
Made of innocent-love
Playing
In and out of the streets
Making everyone smile-glad
With thoughtless pleasure
Three of your ribs
The three little children of freedom
If only
They could infect everyone they met
Everywhere they went
With freedom-child fun
With freedom-born-permanence
With pain free-fun-life

Hurt-death-pain

Hurt-death-pain
From offices you can’t see
From rules you don’t understand

From a window without a building
Striking like a snake
The venom is in you

Fear enters the door of your heart
Sits on you like a tone of chains
Squeezes your waist and makes you breathless

While they laugh: while they sneer
While they dream of blood-death-spirit

On a hook; breathless in their
Controlled air space
In their world where their power-lamp-star
Shines in their thick-black-night

 

Your mind is still growing

Your mind is still growing.
Dominated by the senses,
By what hands and feet do, by meal times.

Then without warning it will seem
As if you fall into a tangled bramble bush
Burning away in the night with fiery eyes.

Then you will carry your body in your arms to the river
Instead of your body carrying you.

Another day in the darkness of mankind

Another day in the darkness of mankind
Whose love is the scraps of torn paper sheets
On which I cling like an unwanted survivor
Straddling the oblivion between groups of people

And picking dirt out of an unbandaged wound
Is like picking love out of the darkness of mankind
Every day the demon wind sows seeds of malcontent
Pulling the blanket of the sun from under our feet

Only a child can glimpse what love can be
Whose summer holidays are the bond of sun and water
And every day is a dream come true
Fed and clothed and sleeping under the stars

Not knowing pain or tears or old age
Until the careless world breaks them away

I shattered the light

I shattered the light and there I saw her
– long hair like a waterfall.

I shattered the night and there – looked for her,
for long, long years I called.

and like a schoolboy from the lower grade
I searched the classrooms in your heart
like a bird from the frozen grave
I flew, but then it fell apart, within me.

I shattered the light and there I saw her
– long hair like a waterfall.

I shattered the night and there searched everywhere
along the endless ruined wall.

Here in my broken tattooed mind

Here in my isolation with my broken tattooed mind
Across the road from paradise with the love I’m trying to find
I see the marriage in Cana from the stop across the street
As if time itself had hit me in my drowning broken teeth.

Yessan,  England, you’re a long way down the road
Way ahead, with your windows on the shoulders of the poor
Your rolling stock don’t pass this way no more
And I stand here on this crossroads screaming floor.

I’m looking up to heaven I suppose that’s what it is
I’m seeing the kind of vision that your grandfather slept with
Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cling to the economy and to war.

I pick up my right foot I leave wedding songs behind
I pick up my left and go where England cannot find
The party guests dancing or the miraculous vats of wine
Across the road in another patch of time.

Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cling to economy and to war.

Yes and Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at you shore
You struggle to survive with the world’s fast changing law
Your song thrush sings bravely on your highest telephone wire.
The jet plane comes screaming through broken cathedral spire.

Halleluiah, Britannia, with Jerusalem at your shore
But you cannot follow those ancient feet no more.