Woolards Crashing
ii.
Half-seen from the inside
hums with your face
“it was all good fun until someone
tried to kill a police officer with a fire extinguisher”
physical keys, numerical codes,
complex passwords, biometric identification
hush that sloops Sitex
& what it means
to undarken light somewhere you have never been
Woollard’s crashing
wake up into the shape unreturned again
as concrete maisonettes fall
tapering nothing to nothing
a voice breaks from the corner–
---I drive a large Trojan
armour engineering vehicle
it looks like a giant metal lobster
God Save the Queen. No Surrender.
I stand in a line forever
From Ringwood, near
Bagnam Forest Corner
with my 16 air assault brigade
No Surrender. I stand in a line forever in Church Of England prayerbook,
kissing tightly for myself entirely,
to my bursting heart, my head of state
it's why I attended Army Command
& Staff College in Camberley
& NATO Defense College,
I’m finishing my last stint
as Chief of Staff of Forces Pension Society
with my adjutant 10 para,
my signaller, Masher,,,..
my kindred flame. I promise Masher,
that if I die before you
I would come & tell you,
I love my country
& I sank to the bottom of it once
but you were there, my tenderest
exurban Daily Mail reader
your lovebite continues.
with or without whipping
Woollard’s
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
I want to write to you about a single gesture
growing like cancer.
Not just in numbers.
Look,,this untouched heart goes below
coiled after all our morality was so upside down
that what many knew in their hearts
as right was held publicly to be wrong
hard work, thrift, risk taking
Slacking at work,
living off the state,
union mob rule.
Today?
this type can be dispensed into the Soul Politic
this type can be dispersed into personal morality
this type can be poured into your courage,
The nation is beginning to find its moral strength again.
The police have responded.
Their morale and their morals are improving.
Just as well an accelerating factor sweet and gentle
The state, though still far too large and still,
alas taking far too great a share of the national cake,
is beginning to respond to the will of the government
The national debate.
The word is not only swifter than the sword, it can be surer.
into the shape unreturned
Woollard’s the will of the government
a sacred gasp clap went
around the house as it lifted
the national cake,
is beginning to respond
Everywhere the economy is on the move.
Woollard’s crashing like a cascade
in red blood rain –reverse the long decline
towards what J. S. Mill called
the tyranny of the majority
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
Most important of all.
People feel better about being British.
A singular success.
we lay delightfully still
its video footage was played with a view to causing
a gap in the crowd below spectrally
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 echoes
the feeling to 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
quickens Woollard’s
descending cascading
a number of missiles die in midsummer
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
Scrupulously controlling
for as many variables as possible,
a research team found that individuals
who complained about their health
were three times more likely to die in the next 30 years
– especially at night,
when you can’t see
hypertrophied apartment blocks
you find that rolling feeling
that occasionally sublime effect
waiting on each little unit
in the light to be yours alone
and forever not Equity Sharing.
broken people replaced by
inside of the Head of Disputes
tacked on at random metal extrusions
they serve some sort of screening purpose
over dust suppressant monitor stations
a hate bubble tangles up
roof garden, a café, a crèche,
a ‘breakout room’ the future, no
‘we need to start making things again’
it was just about this time,
& I was walking with some friends ;
it was exceedingly warm, we decided to bathe,
a weakness came over me & I sank to the bottom
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
Speak to me in constricted gardens
on what is great in broken eating
pathogens soul at home with just enough hope
that glow filled blood on moonbeams is yours,
so I bend plea-filled & prowl bedside
like a dry-eyed squaddie in prair
a harmless life degenerates to enough strife
to fill a G4S Mercedes-Benz Sprinter
means something else here
open the letterbox
drainpiped with ghosts
hurts there they’ve secreted carpet
bedside again
threaten to burn the house down
and kill to cry dog
and make in some persons
to message again with fresh threats
fall into vermin traps
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
to give way to woolards crashing
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.
