Geoff Mann
Second Chants

Tomorrow Today

Stropping the razor of our greed
Against sensitive planet skin
Shaving off the atmosphere
Shaving off fauna and flora
Sharp in judgement over every
Facet of out behaviour except stupidity
Head in bag blind Walkman deaf
This time the hands refuse to turn back
They strain, they strain towards a midnight appointment
And I saw a world of bitter gusting winds
Along every turgid riverbank
Gasping birds flopped in oily garments
Our children sucked thorns
Between rasps of tattered air
I saw roads choked with static transports
Like the vomit of some drunk and staggering giant
And I saw more and more and more and more
Of less and less and less and more
When baby cries cut through my sleep
And I woke from the dream of tomorrow

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