Exhuming McCarthy

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Turn left for bear baiting and cock fighting, Turn right for auto da fe. Confess your sins, no waiting, Then fall to your knees and pray To the god, orthodox, in the church, unreformed, Built on the rock of our fear, shorn of all reason, Hate exposed like the basest instincts of Primitive man, who rose on two feet and now thinks He possesses the world but mistakes his arrogance For the easy fit of power held without consent, Taken by chance in a moment of collective weakness, When naivety opened the way for the demagogue To harness common sense…


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Dark can’t describe what prowls my farm tonight,
When ghosts of buried hate await their play,
It’s fear that dyes the veils of absent light.

There’s grief enough to nourish all the fright,
Whose rising tide has burst the banks of day.
Dark can’t describe what prowls my farm tonight,

Where anger bleeds the hopeful body white,
And, drained of life, is violent dreamers’ prey,
It’s fear that dyes the veils of absent light.

With discontent that eats the soul like blight,
In fields of envy where the standards lay,
Dark can’t describe what prowls my farm tonight,

And sadness gnaws away the appetite,
Consuming self-regard as pure display,
It’s fear that dyes the veils of absent light.

But love is ill-equipped to stay the fight,
Indifference keeps repeating a cliché.
Dark can’t describe what prowls my farm tonight.
It’s fear that dyes the veils of absent light.


We all want to change the world

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Yes to all the crazy notions Out of which you fashion newness Underneath the clenched-fist banner Sow the seeds of better futures Ask a question, bare a falsehood Yell the names of truth and power Yell the names of truth and power Open hearts and stop the lying Unmake violence, stop the dying Where have all the hard men hidden? Acting scared of strong-willed women Now is not the time to fear them Take the fire and burn the temple All the old ways crack and crumble Raise up new ones from the ruins Echoes of the past forbidden Virtues…


The custom is for cash to call the tune

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Just play the music that lives in your heart
You can’t stay sane in any other way
Unleash your soul and break the world apart

Discover tones and feel the fear depart
Will the notes to speak, to have your say
Just play the music that lives in your heart

Invite the Other, watch your life restart
Embrace the risk of healing hearts of clay
Unleash your soul and break the world apart

Beware the doubter like a poison dart
Create a song that warns a changing day
Just play the music that lives in your heart

Refuse to ride…

Michael Madill

Poet. Gardener. Yogi. Enthusiastic eater.

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