Hallo, Everybody,

For my second book on-line, entitled Held Aloft in His Timber Fingers, I have chosen 33 poems about Wales. For those who don't speak Welsh they are all in English, but I hope there is something for everyone! You can view and download by using the link above. Best wishes and may you enjoy what you find!

Mark Abraham reading "Humanosphere"

HUMANOSPHERE

We are one, we are one,

we're many, but one.

We stretch round the Earth

like a mould in the sun.

There's plenty to do

but we've barely begun,

and we're only just learning

that we're one, that we're one.

We are one, we are one,

and with muscle and gun

there's much we've created,

much more we've undone.

Whether today, or with Roman or Hun,

war is exciting, but war is no fun,

and we still haven't noticed

that we're one, that we're one.

With the Earth where we live

we are all, we are one.

But as fast as we grow

it's still coming undone.

The good and the bad we make by the ton,

it detracts and increases the power of the sun.

And we still haven't realised

that we're all, that we're one.

There's millions of humans

but as family, we're one,

and there's many more species

and we're still only one.

We spread like a mould

that grows in the sun,

and the balance of creatures

on Earth is undone.

We are one, we are one,

we are still only one.

Yet we live speeded up

like a top, over-spun.

Compared to all others

we seem on the run,

yet what do we know

of what we've become?

We are one, we are one,

on the level as one.

But we try to build columns

as high as the sun.

With the strong at the top

and the weak underneath

it's hardly surprising

we're so short of breath.

We are one, we are one,

first and last we are one.

We're as fresh as the sunlight,

as old as the sun.

There's safety in numbers,

there's danger in one,

and we need to discover

what it is that we've won. 18/11/10

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