Ed Woollard’s crashing like a cascade
in red blood rain – this type requires specialist disposal
this type can be dispensed into a sewage drain
this type can be dispersed into the air
this type can be poured into your neck
and become an example made by Geoffrey Rivlin QC
the right to peaceful protest is a precious one! indeed
who whispered short-lived, very swiftly repented
the lives of those he loved jeopardised a spark
and injured the thin walls
the complex, breaking furniture and windows
and outnumbered the right of peaceful protest is a precious one
and as you dry out in the rain,
the cascade and its motorcade
in the tiny pip the idyll of freezing mud
is six silhouetted storied separations
we lay delightfully still in our thousands upward
a feral wandering out the imploded evil box
its video footage was played with a view to causing
a gap in the crowd below spectrally
be hurt Ed Woollard’s
to kneel painfully
on stone and then wipe all expression
from your face
so that the viewer would read suppressed or inner pain
the same shots again and again,
hoping the right of peaceful protest is a precious one
Commander Bob Broadhurst
of Trooping the Colour, a dying breed
at the National Siege Management Gala
I felt a suppressed inner pain
a pickering feeling
inside my distant mouth says
keep the City open for business
as the right of peaceful protest is a precious one
slumped in an alley outside the Stock Exchange
anarchists smashing windows and storming an
RBS bank branch in Threadneedle Street
as it expediates Woollard’s
descending cascading
a number of missiles die
thrown a little bird told me
down a deer track, through a tough thicket of
waist-high ferns that we had discovered
–a precious peaceful protest
a clearing of sweetly scented camomile
everything around us was bursting with life
pheasant cocks scurrying through the undergrowth
resin dripping indecently from clefts of the evergreens
representing brightness itself
like everything denied to us
flowing through our hands
a gene breakdown in my cenotaph
benzene under frosted light
the petrochemical sheen of feathers
in definite areas
removed his shoulder number
covered the bottom of his face with his balaclava
weeping at the most unexpected things
Ed Woollard’s spectrally
be hurt Human kindness. Human vulnerability
ringpulls lost pennies gentle patiences –
Officer pushed him.
He went forward.
Thought he had hit his head.
Expected blood.
beneath the surface
of the skin or dead tissue
above the surface
hair is an attribute and part of the human body
it breaks and into an arrangement of feathers
in definite areas as wilted light is halted
as placarded or weaponised
hangs from the DPP
a cruel vector of birchen pens
a redoubtable wielding roflcopter
of justice drugged on right of peaceful protest
is a precious one in the courtyard apex is
tribunal extinguisher hangs the CPS
i know where every phone is
to give way to non-priority
subjects sing to taskforce sunk in
earglow or burnt out commercial leases
the category of a weapon elegised to class
a pricket gathering at the base
of emergency situations bloodless and maliciously cut,
broken apart or damaged
the whole or any of this
wheresoever the same may be growing,
the injury done being to the amount
then raised
I leaned against, looked in
with or without whipping Ed
Woollard’s crashing like a cascade
on a surface of locked feet
in low fidelity
choking out the right of peaceful protest
is a precious one
