Albion
By seafret
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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
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I read this earlier and have
I read this earlier and have returned to reread - it's absolutely beautiful seafret, thank you
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This is our Facbook and Twitter Pick of the Day
A wonderful homily regarding the evitable being presented to us as its opposite every day. Why not share or retweet if you like it too?
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This is our Poem of the Week
This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!
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Lovely poem, I guess we never
Lovely poem, I guess we never learn and when we return to the earth we simply are.
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