Christopher Hansard:[Collision]

the ever present city beat

thumping globally

from crying children to soldiers’

feet, all echoing in the gloss

of advertising

listen to the lacquered gloss

you will see its made from polished dross

made of blood, tears and stolen lives

all of the politics of a non convergent earth

ready to collide, pushed by the

shimmering divide of

have, have not, have more

collision in the making

with new world forming

from the unconscious dreaming

of the world