Power (Caernarfon)


The visiting camera points up Eroded eagles look down People below as rabbits - food of the raptor.


Touch the stone, man made cliff Feel and listen to painful rhythm, Beatings not of drum but flesh.


Cautious misty focused eyes Glimpse the talon before the strike; Fear, there must be fear.


In Moscow it’s the same; The walls newer and double beaked, Home to scientific slaughter


At the Lubianka. (Lurcio would have made the rhyme.) A generation gone, blood barely dry.


The confessions forced false faintly echo A distillation of humans hurt; Fear, there must be fear.


Santiago Kampala Rangoon Beirut Harare Sobibor Sarajevo Khatin Mashad – Listen, not so far away.


T im Be rnan Heat


Touching hands and eyes cannot explain Science oxidises carbon Thermodynamics produce the heat. We are used to it now.


There is always craft within the fire White spirit ceremony pulls life to branches thirsty for the flame A help for Nature’s conversion.


A little warmth is of our making But love is magic Cannot be lit, cannot be put out With human power.


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