Albion

I am ready
for moss to grow
from my belly
for saplings to sprout in my sockets
and voles to take refuge
in velvet pockets
beneath the soil of Albion

I am ready to return
to the land where I was born
and for that land to return to what it was
merely earth
here to house
whoever comes

No discrimination
no borders, no nation
except if they frack,
blast, drain, drill
kill, maim,
seek fame
dishonour, dispute
claim as theirs
and no others’

forget their true mother is earth

dirt, stardust,

sparking streams,

sceptered by the stars alone

Come one, come all,
join me
we shall decay together
and be food for trees
and birds and beasts
and live forever

Plenty room for all
beneath the soil
of Albion