Before the next species vanishes
Before are bred more nouveaux riches
Before the tombstones of the malnourished
Something’s gotta give
After all that mattered died
After them, you and I
After all is left is why
Something’s gotta give
That bad bad bed
which collapsed
under your big big love
Was a good good bed
In the face of adversity
hear me sing
like the last barn standing
A river lived for a trout
A lover wrote a song
Anger took down a plane
Call of migrating geese
Alert in the sky
High tech scrap in orbit
In a barren land
bloody hands dig
searching for the world
that we owe
Starless night
A murmur was spilled
on the forest floor
The rumor creeps
This love
at the centre
of the Earth
This love
someday will
surely hatch
The land filled
with early spring green
None of what has passed remains
but bliss
If upstream the water was dark
downstream it had darkened death
The bridge had gone
leaving pilgrims abashed
wandering wondering
on the sorry shore
There was no place to swim to
but one where to drown there was
The only safe way was up
Up the steep wooden stairs
Way too many of them
All the way to the cave
we had fled