words words words not rebellion not this time we abandon our disruption for poetry
we write unite to survive without arrest no rest just stop those fossil fuels and choose your future it's a big one choose new words out of old ones green party piece/peace earth alliance friends of but please just stop! no rose bank shell street of lies at fifty five eyes of the world on Tufton truth deniers
put my poems on the pillar here propping up the establishment but I will hear established wisdom speak flags of poetry prose and people's pickets all my friends are dressed as death the walkers walk 
writers rebel

new day a wildflower cloak sewed/sowed my heart seeds into the city hours waiting to rewild and all the earth days will they ever come?
 butterfly friend can't find her father how can you find one man dressed as a bee among so many waiting to carry the earth the drums in front have caught us behind too many people to move a nation we keep waiting to move forward we abandon assembly too many disturbing thoughts that you won't listen to
60,000 dressed as penguins tigers spiders beetles dying in the streets a giant newt pink octopus a parliament of owls but I cannot hear the celebrities speak for the noise of the drums behind the drums drowning then we die and listen to the birdsong no-one else can hear
none of this is newsworthy

running out of time we find poetry in motion exquisite humanity blocking the streets who runs the disruption?
the marathon man says these are our streets whose streets?our streets and this is what democracy looks like filling the outside of parliament space with people assembly
the homeless man with polite desperation shares my smoke and tells me to take care these polluted streets are hard on our feet we can't run like they do but we keep marching and we remember Michael hard words made Addie cry and I remember them up in the sky last year and now Stephen gives me a poem from then when I was locked on to Helen's hand and impolite desperation
when unity was poetry through police legs and yes we did survive that time though the drums drowned out our words arrest a rest and here hear the drums again
the drums again and small pink paper boats will float your home/office I hear two strangers just barely afloat in the channel holding hands and we can do this if we run together

and here again assemble hear and again the words and drums the drums again so many friends and stop rose bank youths are singing on the banks of the river stop the banks investing and the slow marchers are not slow now they grow the chant and rising up we stop for blue light and light blue poetry flags waving oceans are rising up over the river and the runners are marching with us in the sunshine and the clouds hang low over a silent parliament and what next we say
what next?