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Adrian Henri

Tonight at noon

Tonight at noon
Supermarkets will advertise 3p EXTRA on everything
Tonight at noon
Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home
Elephants will tell each other human jokes
America will declare peace on Russia
World War I Generals will sell poppies in the streets on
November 11th
The first daffodils of autumn will appear
When the leaves fall upwards to the trees

Tonight at noon
Pigeons will hunt cats through the city backyards
Hitler will tell us to fight on the beaches and in the landing fields
A tunnel full of water will be built near Liverpool
Pigs will be sighted flying in formation over Woolton
and Nelson will not only get his eye back but his arm as well
White Americans will demonstrate for equal rights
in front of the Black House
and the Monster has just created Dr. Frankenstein

Girls in bikinis are moonbathing
Folksongs are sung by real folk
Art Galleries are closed to people over 21
Poets get their poems in the top 20
Politicians are elected to insane asylums
There's jobs for everyone and nobody wants them

In back alleys everywhere teenage lovers are kissing
in broad daylight
In forgotten graveyards everywhere the dead will quietly
bury the living
and
You will tell me you love me
Tonight at noon




Two Lullabys

1.
Here is a poem written on the clouds for you
When white bodies dance in suburban gardens
Accompanied only by the sound of lawnmowers
Champagne pouring into empty swimming-pools
Here is a poem written on the clouds for you

Here is a poem written on the sky for you
On the very last day
When skulls and hummingbirds crowd the beaches like deckchairs
Seagulls singing their final requiem
Here is a poem written on the sky for you

Here is a poem written in the air for you
When the flood is over
And pigs are left dangling in the treetops
Valleys overturned and rivers upended
Here is a poem written in the air for you

Here is a poem written on the clouds for you
When the poets are gone and the poems forgotten
When a new earth blooms
And the dying heart pumps a song of welcome
Here is a poem written on the clouds for you

2
Woken and then lulled by the seagulls
Sleep till the sea-fret rolls by
Turn on your pillow till morning
Back to the opening sky

Sleep though the dreams may come crowding
Like mists across the bay
Night-birds will hover above you
Cry to the echoing day

Sleep though the aeroplanes lull you
Dull through the evening skies
Sleep with the seabirds for guardians
Distances lost in their eyes

Sandpipers wade on the marshes
Curlews awake on the plain
Turn to the cobblestone sunlight
Wake to the morning again


>>Eternal thanks to Michelle for introducing this to me...<<

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