to descend from those dizzying heights...
when the world spoke to you
in a language you couldn't but hear
Danny's pan cracked, cooking the last meal
the land didn't want you that night
reached out
and, catching your foot, tripped you
three times

The houses burning
great clouds of sparks against the dark sky
and their blackened skeletons
singing through the flames
"You have to leave"

And Brendan said, feeding the bonfire
"strange carrying wood again"
as things come full circle.
As fools circled the site setting fires
our bender burning
belching out its belly of black smoke
and fools encircled the site
cutting the wires of the fence
Just getting ready...

In the morning the sun came pouring into our shelter with a blarring of horns
whistles and screams, "They're here!
ARUGA They're here!"
Black beetling hordes bustling up
bristling with importance and radio toys
Captives in their duty of
the teacher at the end of the jetty

"It you plant only one kind of seed,
there is no diversity
monoculture"

"Cherry-pickers, what a pretty name,
for such a horrible thing."

Ned

"The issue is not whether we win or we lose - it is all part of a wider
movement. To create a forest you plant thousands of trees, some may die and
some may live but eventually the forest will grow. This may be one of the
trees which did not make it but it has sent ripple effects across Britain and
the rest of the world..."

Green Dave - night of the eviction

ANYA

EUGENE