Mahapralaya10
In the day of dismal thunder,
surge, foam, on the deep Atlantic,
consumed and consuming, in deluge
o’er the earth-born man! The cloud
bears hard on Albion’s shore.11
A raging whirlpool draws
the dizzy enquirer to his grave.11
Then all the eternal forests
were divided into earths rolling
in circles of space,
that like an ocean rush’d
and overwhelmed all
of this finite wall
of prideful flesh.11
Rolling volumes of grey mist
involve Churches, Palaces, Towers!11
Urizen unclaspd his Book,
his brazen Book,
that Kings and Priests
had copied on Earth.11
Wail, hunter,
whaler of the whale!
Flee, killer of the flea!
Cry yourself hoarse,
racer, gambler, ‘knacker’
of the broken-leggèd horse!
Seal your lips, slayer,
pitiless bludgeoner
of the newborn,
begging seal!
Can you see the sea rising?
Are your eyes brimming now,
for the cutting, the weeping,
the woeful wounds?
For the bleeder of flesh,
gill, fin, fur, tail,
the fishy business,
the bloody RIP tide,
the ghost nets,
ripping off
the backs of others,
there is only one
tale ending: FIN.
This is a cri
de Coeur.
There’s LOVE
at the heart
of EVOL-ving,
when we turn
that EVIL around,
and let LIVE!
Every life MATTERS!
Don’t lick the Colonel’s bloody fingers!
The mink scream in the furnaces!
The ripped and bloody furs
of murdered brothers and sisters…
The silent lobsters cry out,
as they are boiled alive.
Imagination has shrunk
to the size of a bank balance.
The Great Green Uprising
Prayer flags snapped
in the wind.
The trees creaked.
No tree ‘surgeons’
would now put human
“health and safety”
above the act
of their dismembering.
They hurled their branches
like witches fingers,
the tight stumps
of ancient amputees,
at the former wielders
of fire, of chainsaw;
limbs flayed
and came crashing
to the ground.
“In the sod yourselves now,”
they wailed and whispered.
“Are clouds sheep-angels?”
the loggers wondered,
as theyscudded through
the speedwell, heather skies,
before BLACK OUT.
The Earth does not belong to us!
The Earth does not belong to us!
Waves are on the meadow.
12
We cannot fight the moss,
the many nameless ones.
It is the humble ant, who will walk
across these pages, the leaf moulds
that will have the last word.
There shall come forth a shoot
from the stump of a tree,
and a branch shall grow out
of this stump and its roots.13
And their delight shall be!13
The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the kid,
and the calf and the lion together.13
The cow and the bear shall feed;
their young shall lie down together;
and the lion shall eat grass like the ox –
and over the hole of the asp,
and on the adder’s den. 13
They shall not hurt or destroy
in all the holy Earth;
for the Earth shall be full
of the knowledge of the Way,
as the sea waters cover the land.13
In that day the LORD
will extend His hand
to recover them
from the sea. 13
He will raise them again,
and will assemble and gather them,
from the four corners of the Earth. 13
Jealous men shall depart!
Those who harassed them
shall be cut off! 13
And there will be a Way
for the remnant which is left,
as there was when they first came. 13
Man did not weave the web of life;
he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web,
he does to himself. 14
The deer, the horse, great eagle,
these are our brothers.14
Regret is useless.14
The Fisher King 15
When Turtle Dove and Teal turn back
and Bean Goose, Black Grouse, Bittern are beheld;
and Herring Gull and House Sparrow are hailed
and Little Grebe and Lapwing lauded;
when Whimbrel and Wigeon are on the wing;
and Fieldfare in the fields once more,
and Ruddy Duck are not a human curse,
and Eider neither ducking, nor ‘down’…
When the earth got demobbed,
I said: “VE Day!
Victory for the Earth!”
I gave up fishing years ago.
It tears the mouth. It hurts. I realized.
I’ve seen them bleed, gasp – writhe.
I am moved now, by being.
I knew it wasn’t clever in the end
and anything but peaceful.
Like knocking down
and suffocating a toddler.
Not funny at all.
Absolutely no skill there.
I gave up all notions of ‘Kingship’ too.
I don’t Lord it over anyone these days.
There are no hierarchies.
I’m just an old bloke with a hat
and a privileged education.
I’m all for anarchy, if I’m honest:
everyone taking proper responsibility, as adults.
The Earth is sick, but we’re working hard
to restore it, mend it, heal everyone –
the few that are left, together, collectively.
The Healing Question?
It was staring us in the eye all along.
Simple, when you come to think about it:
Whose side are you on – Life or Death?
The wheat from the chaff.16
Hortus Botanicus
Bramble, Bellbind, Twitch grass, Nettle…
Ground elder, Willow-herb, Horsetail, Dock…
Embryonic ferns sleep, coiled,
gathering, mustering for their timely
explosion back onto Earth’s stage.
The acorns itch and keen
(stripling oaks already,)
hazel, beech, chestnut tremble,
desperate to birth their buds.
The snowdrops push
their pretty heads
against the ice sheets.
Bluebells ascend
through the grass tufts.
Green, green the fields and hills,
the meadow, marshes, moor.
Green, green the cliffs and wolds,
the woods and forest floor!
They walk through a valley of Green.
The pastures are prisons no more!
The pastures are killing fields no more!
The desiccated deserts flower blue.
The arid plains are verdant grasslands.
Lemon sharks are having their pups
in the mangrove forests.
The moon drags the tides,
in a rhythmic lullaby.
Elephants herds drink deeply
from fresh watering holes.
Oh foggage green! 17
The gulls whirl and call, whirl and call –
and the rock-doves respond: Shalom!
Shall-Aum! Shall-Aum!
Whole families are together again:
calves with cows and bulls,
lambs with ewes and rams,
sows and boars with their piglets,
out forest foraging…
The cloven footed are in clover;
they roll in clover, padding in the pink.
The earth pulses, alive
with a humming, droning,
calling, cudding, buzzing,
with so many wings on the wind.
The bushes are alive with birds!
Goldfinch mothers hover
over downy dandelions,
wings vibrato, gathering
flower seeds for their nurseries.
(There are no “weeds” in Nature.)
Everywhere the beech babies
in tight, citrus silks,
pressing through.
Shy elk on Oregon beaches,
in plain sight.
The croaking of…
endangered frogs and toads.
The rotating Earth
is full of Love, warmed
by the sun above,
and the magma below.
The Old world was washed away.
The Old Earth is being restored.
This is the Biocene.
A Culture built on death, had to end.
The veils of Ignorance were torn down,
the walls of their torture chambers
(in the name of so-called ‘science’)
the walls of the ‘slaughterhouses,’
the halls of their many mirrors,
all the smoke-screens, which hid
their dreadful daily deeds from us.
The Truth shone powerfully
into everyone’s hearts,
we finally knew, saw all
the bald and bloody facts,
the bald and bloody men
who had deceived us,
and undone so many,
for their calculated
profiteering.
We broke the Silence,
took our power back.
Consumers stopped consuming.
We cried a flood-plain
of grief and remorse.
We willingly changed
our habits of a lifetime.
We had been complicit in mass murder,
in over 80 years of concentration camps,
in the oldest slave trade of all –
in a globally-concealed,
Satanic cult.
We shudder to remember
the world of ‘Man,’
before the Earthway.
Murder, money-making, cutting, culling,
burning, bludgeoning, gassing, gorging,
dumping, deforesting, pillaging, polluting,
plastics and perversity – are DONE!
The Grim Times are behind us now.
There are no ‘pests’ and no ‘controllers.’
Walls are wild, roofs are rooted,
sills are seeded, boxes brim,
furled fronds fling out freshness –
and the oxygen harvest is bountiful.
April is the kindest month,
now that the Fool’s Day is over.18
We are learning to be beings again:
you are, I am, we are – One.
Money is meaningless,
so we no longer use it.
We are Luddites,
Jacks-in-the-Green, 19
New Diggers, Green Sappers;
our ethos simple: “Harm none.”
We know that we are earthlings:
98% chimpanzee/bonobo, 50%
banana, and that this Oneness
is a Miraculous Fact – of Life.
Green, green the rushes grow,
the broccoli, wheat and barley…
England is…
a wildlife meadow,
a wetland, woodland,
windswept, bird-flocked shingle,
with singing thickets, sunlit groves.
Bees, birds, basking butterflies
scatter the good seed and pollen
on the land and it is fed and watered.
Earthworms diligently turn the soil;
slugs, beatles, flies, woodlice, (frontline-workers)
deal with all ‘waste’ management.
Lilies and honeysuckle perfume the valleys,
wild brock dreams on the wind…
Everywhere Nature
breathes its relief.
AUM…SHANTIH! SHANTIH! SHANTIH!20
“People desperately want to keep the status quo. But we need to fundamentally change what we prioritize. Hope only comes from action. No one seems to fully understand the consequences! We need to adjust, adapt, change just about everything we do. Technology is not the silver bullet. We need to make dramatic changes – individually and globally. Carbon-capture technologies are good – but we can’t rely on these alone! We are facing an existential threat! Mass extinction is very important! I care about the living planet! It is my moral duty as a human being to do everything I can.” – interview fragments from Greta Thunberg
“Unless we do something, we will lose everything. Animals who were here, are no longer here. Self-interest is for the past, common interest is for the future. We need everyone. We must step out of our own comfort zones. COVID 19 has given us a huge opportunity to reset. We have to abandon fossil fuels and immediately. 20-30% of all animals will be extinct by 2050! There are many who care. If the young people sustain this it could change the world. But we don’t have another decade to wait.” – interview fragments from Sir David Attenborough