Ground zero may sound like a place of ice
But when you go there you realise it's a fire

Some saint spoke of a thorn in the flesh
It is the prickle that burns your heart to jump

It's the spiked chalice that tilts you to the edge
Where your skins break to fall you into fervour

These things happen to people buildings trees
Thorns aeroplanes axes fly into ribs windows trunks

High up things are being felled to bring them low
Like some oil-ridden inferno is humbling us to dust

Ashes to ashes bark bones filings embed in my flesh
They muffle and buffer the fall to rock bottom

There flickers a candle to the one who is oppressed
This a lamp in the dark for every teetering soul

I remember now the sound that calls me on
Is forever the thousand words for peace

Buoyed on the winds that blow waste into form
Piped through the waves that ring songs of justice

'I have no seams no walls no laws
My frontiers and God's are the same'*

Stooped on the ground is a figure barely visible
As stark stones fly at me they are writing in the dust

*St Teresa of Avila – Every Prophets Name