Poems

The train is so long it stretches way back over the border

August 3, 2014

The train is so long it stretches way back over the border Out of unhindered conflict a train like this is quite a monster Of ghosts we are and keeping time to a frosted clock I’m going to bless you brother and bless you sister You pass us and we remember you and we wave […]

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The kind of prayer I want to pray

April 6, 2014

The kind of prayer I want to pray Is a prayer from its beginning to its end that it will solve itself My cruise and my marches around doubt I want them to be in their geography that they are come to a close For disappearing is my reference it’s not with Thoughts that you […]

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I can’t get it out of my head the foot that crushed the snail

August 14, 2012

I can’t get it out of my head the foot that crushed the snail In the way that life goes on I want that foot to feel shame Closed perfection and closed resurrection this is no gain Dispersed for the sake of being dispersed For the sake of nothing at all reduced to a messy […]

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How can you go about your business

May 29, 2012

How can you go about your business Knowing that you have murdered innocent children Even with a torch shining in your face How can you say that you are the animator of freedom Your likeness why must you walk it over broken glass With your cast iron certainty that it orchestrates hell on earth Where […]

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So you’re off – today’s the day the final big push

May 21, 2012

So you’re off – today’s the day the final big push A young man’s game I hope you know what you’re doing Spread your wings but watch out for those Who would tear your wings from the skies Watch out for the meaning that it be lost The footfall watch out for where it falls […]

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In a country too hot to give birth

April 27, 2012

In a country too hot to give birth A young girl is doing just that giving birth In temperatures where the only shade Is the shadow cast by a pencil balanced on the warlord’s table The girl in labour now she can shout out The heart of the sun the heat of the sun What […]

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There’s something about us that endures fires

April 25, 2012

There’s something about us that endures fires A blaze out of control is a blaze out of control But not the death of a firstborn The death of a child is not a par for the course life goes on event There’s no doubt about it we human beings Will never be released from tragedy […]

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My hands are on the table and my life is in front of you

October 11, 2011

My hands are on the table and my life is in front of you In the silence we both know where hope is taking us Let us be quick but not deadly in our beliefs Let us bury our weapons where we can never again find them Surely secure are the places and the memories […]

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For the ease of pain and suffering the angels of this world are many

October 10, 2011

For the ease of pain and suffering the angels of this world are many Flying on fuel from a selfless source Catch one of these angels in full-flight and the action is wonderful Not like us with our untried wings The aspiration may be there but take-offs are difficult Because at times our inhumanity seems […]

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What is famine but a country that wants to be a desert

September 7, 2011

What is famine but a country that wants to be a desert Yet here are souls still with the energy to make love and to produce children Soldiers and that stupid term freedom fighters Here they are their mouths dry as a bone And going to war against their brothers We do these things and […]

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Whether you believe in salvation or not

July 31, 2011

Whether you believe in salvation or not At least give this young kid a chance Here he is shouting to the crowd and The crowd with stones to throw not a soul is listening Is this how it is with the inconsolable They throw stones and in the throwing accuse themselves They lynch their own […]

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If it’s down to laying waste our vineyards

July 30, 2011

If it’s down to laying waste our vineyards And armies that they are burning wheatfields What else can we do but leave our homes In this madness all you can think of is getting your family to safety Anything to get away from the smell of good grain burning Those that are doing this they […]

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In your preparations for war

July 30, 2011

In your preparations for war Have you thought closely on The instant and on the deed For what are you implementing An inventory of skeletons In whose name are you taking names And over what distance are you expecting to come home Why should it be an order against ourselves That so many innocent people […]

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The little master his village is in ruins

July 30, 2011

The little master his village is in ruins And here he is fishing for his own face in a puddle Brave little bastard his ambition does not reflect his situation Nor does his age reflect his purpose Here at the edge of a stagnant puddle A world situation is being resolved He spits into his […]

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With the shooting stopped and the freedom fighter at last finding his true voice

April 22, 2011

With the shooting stopped and the freedom fighter at last finding his true voice This is how it is my friends we are all of us Tied to our lives by a thread no thicker than a hoverfly’s thought So tell your children from today the sun will remain high in the sky Their shadows […]

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You say that you are finished with being a revolutionary

February 2, 2011

You say that you are finished with being a revolutionary But what about the whistle in your pocket who is going to play it God knows the madness in this world has need of such a whistle Look what we are making of life a parade of willing and unwilling skeletons You and your whistle […]

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What can I tell him twenty-four hours from now

October 13, 2010

What can I tell him twenty-four hours from now He will be brought out of the bowels of the earth The last to be rescued the last and the first To tell us that life is sweet and Fresh air and daylight they come at you two caring hands In this and in no more […]

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If a poem arises it is because the silence around it has started it has started to speak

September 13, 2010

If a poem arises it is because the silence around it has started to speak A long way from here someone is drawing a door in the sand In a country’s imagination there are those Trapped underground even in their desperation they cannot appear to us In that same country if you look for them […]

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The road is packed with people who do not want to leave

September 13, 2010

The road is packed with people leaving who do not want to leave There are no pilgrims here – today is not a holy day or a holy war The amount to be frozen has turned bread hard as bricks A city is on the move if you are here you are here for each […]

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