Life
Made a home
In a handful of dust
Set in resistant ground
Would the dry land
Withhold consent
A host rejecting
This foreign body?
Mary Featherstone
Life
Made a home
In a handful of dust
Set in resistant ground
Would the dry land
Withhold consent
A host rejecting
This foreign body?
Dieu dit
J’en ai marre :
De plus en plus cons
Les hommes creusent la terre
En extraient la moelleMinent le sol sous leurs pieds
Il ne restera plus que des trous
Du gruyère d’ici peu.
We struggle through life
Dragging carrier bags
Heavy with what we know
But once a year we dream
That the world stops running
Its habitual course
Just long enough
For God to put in
An appearance