Take me up

Take me up
To the air I breathe

Ozone so precious
It’s hard to believe

Bathe me in the natural light
Of Sol Invictus
For my warriors
Layed in fight

Wash my ears in the warm
Sound of England’s birds
More knowing then man
Of our fear filling greed

Hold my hand in love
Like a living meme
Free to be 

Next year

Next year
We’ll tell them all
But for now
There’s a riddle
To despise and enthral

Nuisance thinking
So hard to control
Not least restless tinkering
More threat to our ball

Go home to your bedpost
Your lamp and your wall
Switch off to the discourse
Of man’s rigmarole 

There’s more to be learnt
From the flocks and the geese
The uniformed creatures
Whose history long ceased

Wake up to the bus stop
Your coat and your hat
And challenges we’ll throw you
Till you’re old and your fat

And when they rise
And are unhappy
We’ll lay a twist
In the fall

Cropstar

Cropstar
For the mind
And lonely
Paw
‘Two pounds
More liver
Until I’m 64’

And the hunger
And the want

London’s ploughed up
For next year’s harvest

Freshened,

The cropped livestock
Intake the floor

2012 was more competitive than before

Nature Tamed

Nature tamed
Then untamed

In the avenues of
Versailles

Me worker by
The fluorescent eye
Set down by man made brook
Lizard’d by the westward Moon

Bigger birds
Mate with
Arctic terns

And the paths keep churning

Bronze leaves wind me back
To the sad departure
As man and beast look on

My thinking space
My Sabbath

My mind is in cropstar