It’s five o’clock in the morning, it’s -5,
my dog pisses as she stares at me.
Her steam, my breath as one
I think she’s laughing.
I’m laughing, I’m wearing shorts and a beanie.
What is this,
eccentric Englishness?
Stars in silver sulphide pierce a frigid sky
a Supernova vents it’s dying throes.
She stands from squat,
the Blackbird sings
At five o’clock
a million things.
Used to be
I could get all the news I need
on the weather report
When days
were long
and darker times came in short
I could gather all the news I need
on the weather report
Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today
but cry
and to cry and to cry and to cry
for what’s going on
is this the only dying world
our greed’s brought.
Most of the time they’re gone
and we just don’t care, no we just don’t care
you can see that their lives are gone
and we just don’t care
Friends, why don’t we open our minds
I know there’s so much we could find
fly to where we’re one of a kind
fly now and leave these horrors behind
Hey, let your honesty shine, shine, shine,
let it shine on down
on them
let it shine on down
to them
Are we the only living ones to have thought
what we paid for is not what they bought
When we preach but don’t practice what’s taught
when we preach yet don’t practice what’s taught
Behind the songful thicket
where fields tuck in to ancient earth,
the tiny birds sing thanks to birth
trod and turned by boot and plough
much goes unseen by humans now.
Beyond the foamy edge
where breakers roll on timeless sand,
the wilding wind knows no command
stamped then cleared by men and tides.
whose howls are drowned like griefs lost cries
beneath the thinning soil
where darkness bears no fear to life,
the crawling universe is rife
stained and spoiled by poisoned plan
yet still they toil in spite of man.
Between lost degrees
where all worlds meet,
we close our eyes and still our feet
that none may see and none may go
where harmony might fledge and grow.