Here turns a fragment of time On one night And sees the planets line the sky Old Albion raising flagon high To toast a world about to die On one night Simpering, pummelled world Easy prey for giants of gold and war Easy meat for technologies' dinosaurs Who stride and break beneath clawed feet Any resistance happen’d to meet Placards held like postage stamps Gone, crushed asunder Just some garbage lying under In the place where the mighty meet To fight amongst themselves For spoils of what is left to take Grinding out the final ounce Before another makes swift pounce To add it to their bulging store Nothing left when there’s no more Of nothing When turns a fragment of time And sees the planets line the sky To toast a world about to die On one night But there, free to find, comes Pendant drop of glistening light That in dark night seemed so remote But surging breaks compacted sods To rise above the hardened clods Of earth’s precious soil Giving bounty that can’t be bought Bright sight of life and hope Springs green tipped Galanthus
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