Only the freshest human tears

Gently boiled, released into shallow crystallisation tanks,

Then harvested by hand and finally rinsed in brine....

And so it begins: the separation

Event from consequence, hurt from tears

Tears come unbidden like the harvest moon

To ease away the heavy veils of hurt

Separating the  salt from its medium

Separating the screaming air of death

From the pain that seeps throughall these tears

Throughout all these years of mourning,

Only the youngest, brightest, will do

To rip them to pieces in full view 

These devotees of destruction

These 'martyrs'

Sit and conspire by the red glare

Of Discord’s torch. 

The Only Thing Necessary

For the Triumph of Evil

Is that Good (Wo)men Do Nothing.

Last year on this day in May

High explosive in a confined space

Was used deliberately to shed discord, death and pain

Their 'target' was young girls

But remember that on Peterloo on the 16th August 1819

The swords of the Hussars

Cast many souls into eternity

But did not defeat the push, push, push

For working class representation 

For women's votes

For more equality

In this city of the bee.

Those devils who organise mass murder

Are without simple decency and so defame God.

While, with ink, sweat and tears,

Lost and broken-hearted as we are,

We carry forward the struggle

To plant love as the heart of the mstterl

To let unguided love remaster all of us

And so let us tread the road to unalloyed

Simplicity as we stumble

And fall. Uncounted love come swamp

The shards of  hatred that live within me

Wiithin everyone

Unknown love help us to begin

To learn not

To count our losses

But to help the children to live fully

In this raging

Salt sodden storm of a world we inhabit.