Dissent in December
I hear the mocking crows
As we pick up the notes
Rise larks and pecuniary tides
Lest not we lose our voice
Triangulated data intersecting
And roses weep in the autumn
We swept up our hero’s
And placed them in plastic wrap
Gorilla gardening and water courses
The steeple eats at my heart
And we flood the road with
Well heeled walks in countryside
The shadow of the sun
Brightens my dreams
As we smile collectively
At the dissent in December
Matt Williams 2013
The soundtrack which accompanies this will be on-line soon – still in the studio!