BLADE OF GRASS
Here down my street Comes the Boom boom personified Soundscape radio beat blast World of powerful loud immediacy Occupies next door’s garden Triumphant festive noise Somehow moves the boundary Several paces to the left There will be few For whom this is an imposition Until the bombs fall Fewer still are those Who long to sit alone Absorb a single piano note Dropped into silence Value the chance To contemplate a unique Blade of grass In their own back yard And tend it like gold As the seasons flicker Projecting their Colour and light Such acts of quiet love Oppose all forms of empire
Mud at the wall 