The Great, Bloody And Bruised Veil Of The World

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world

The trees wave in England

The streams flow in England

The poor halt in England

The poor heart of England

"And did those feet..."

Hobbled and crippled as They were

By our disbelief

Hope here to find

Some honesty

(Green colour of the grass

The horsefresh smell arising

From its quietly glowing glory)

And did They

As They move from one sad gap of heart

To another

Did They hope to find us open

Look: much is my armour

I can show you all the walls that may be built

But mostly most of all-

There's a wall of words

Around my heart which is my soul which is my all

God is not dead for all of us

(And goodbye to you all)

This is all Paradise

Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of

Upon

Suns and Beetles

The Ladybird lands upon my knee

The Lark is all joy

There are birds upon birds

Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil

Of this world

The kind one waits

Staggered pain of being

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world

The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world