(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Violet's Chatter

Violet's face to face turning in confession
Chatter in pleasant conversation in a green vestry of sins
Their heads all heavy lolling with dew,
They're looking up at me and you. Asking who are we
Think you're looking down on us with your double chins.
We're purer now than you you'll ever be
How rude you are trying to weed us apart
Is there no loveliness in your heart to depart?

We'll grow in stone, we need little don't you know
We are tough, we are strong and resilient
We don't ask for much a little rain a little sunshine
And we do fine. We don't quarrel we don't complain
We don't go waging wars or driving tanks. We just say thanks
Thanks for our little plot of earth of loam
We don't expand our girths out of greed
Just to triumph over the world dear with a burning ear.

Violet's face to face turning in confession
Chatter in pleasant conversation in a green vestry of sins
Their heads all heavy lolling with dew, in the grass
They're looking up at me and you. Asking who are we
Think you're special think the Lord loves you only dear
Don't you know every dewdrop is a tear shed for you?
Trying to cure every wilful ill you do
Trying to purify every ill, you have ever caused.

Ah, we'll grow in stone, we need little don't you know
We are tough, we are strong and resilient
We don't ask for much a little rain a little sunshine
And we do fine. We don't quarrel we don't complain
And we don't destroy our heavenly home
But nothing for you is ever enough, you strip every leaf,
Turn ever stone, turning mercury poison into gold
Doesn't it matter child what happens to your flowering soul?

by Mark Heathcote

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