From the girl with Down’s syndrome to the man dancing with a stick
It can be done, just try it, a jolt, a lick, a piece of licorice
Plant trees to catch the low flying bomber jets, you can sing
Your way out of wormholes, balance on one leg, do it
They say on hoardings; what if we didn’t want to be just
Flat placards, police cones, witches’ hats?
Steal from looking, from mud, steal melon juice, star
Fighters, get paper and get paint, get music, get far
Strum and yodel with your bald head to the passing cars
Look again at what is there
Illuminate every wound, grow carrots in sand
Forget and in forgetting
Make colour run for miles
Forget about war.