(Written in response to Labour's election campaign May/June 2017)
When we wake up
the sun that now trickles shyly through the
gap in the curtains, blushing at its boldness, will
beam through bright, solid and oozing liquid light,
a golden lightsaber and we'll wield it
for The Good Side.
When we are born
from our crusty dull cocoons which are already
splitting and cracking and begging to be
cast off, flakes of shell will burst like bullets
from our fleshy colourful bodies with
butterfly wings of steel.
When we march
we will swarm out of every house
ants joining the ranks, morphing and multiplying
throughout the land, we will occupy every corner,
peninsulas to rocky shores, city fogs to mountaintops
the earth drumming along.
When we scream
the sound will combine the screech of all the animals,
the fox's squeal, the robin's melody, the dog's rumble
and the sound will leak out of our skin like sweat
dripping and shining with our collective cry
we will be heard.
This is the time.
this selfie-taking, dab-dancing, tweet-trolling time,
We can rise like a flood of humanity, we can
Drown the doubters, surf atop a wave of empathy so
Clamp your eyelids open, kick off your shell, boot your feet
Wake up, wake up, wake up.