Windmill..:

Louise Donkin (LouD Speka).-A poem I wrote back in February 07

Spin Doctors spin

spoke of windmills

wings

flinging

dandelions seeds

inter-changes

winds

whirling baselines

hum hum hum

deep buzz to deep

buried in

fields of dreams

turning turning

tables turning

lands are crying for

global sound system

rewiring

flow unblocking

wires criss-crossing

deadlocking

faster than wind mills blades

are tick tocking

quicker than a

Drum n Bass track

kicks

in-side out

Pipes bloods

vessels

all flushed out

debris

running in veins

adverts

filling memory banks

water's rising

in global

think tanks

fitted with

faulty pumps

throw me a rope

my rubber ring of hope

is sinking

circuit breakers

better

kick in

our only insurance

against

electrocution

con-tributaries

stole

yesterday , today,

tomorrow borrowed

not returned

unlearned

history map

untracked

oil pipes

tapped money

to mains supply              

demand

drawing high

graphs tainted hands

dark residue

stains sinks

down

plugs holes

blood streams

rivers ,shores

islands, Fee Trade Zones where

we still

demand more

FTZ

re-coin that phrase

inside your head

freed to exploit

not be unexploited

only freedom is to

stand up

be counted and

meet those quotas

The spot of slavery

Isn't as big

but we never unblocked

pores

cant cover it up with

what's behind

our cabinet doors

foundations

building bricks

really a  house of twigs

sticks n stones

may break my bones but

your misspoken words don't

seem to ever

free me

weavers warp n weft

100s of threads

tied around my neck

can anyone see

me buried

under this

bia-sed tapestry

of your empires history

Woven

with blood veins

pipes, systems

arteries

filled with oil

n fat

giving earth

heart disease

creamed lump

slows

heart pump

gazumped flow 

so fast

tectonic plates

send

baseline reverb

echoed through

nervous streets

sound waves

break over continents

and the hope, the hope it fragments

Hurricanes

bring sound effects

nearer, nearer, nearer

to Northern hemisphere

fear yeah

pains

shatter at

nervous feet

brush up ego fragments

on these cobbled together streets

Hard to take a stance

When foundation stones

are blood shot feet

weather warnings on endless

drum

loop repeat

hurricanes, climate change ,

hurricanes climate change

can the ship steer

its course?

windmills become lighthouses

to prevent the ship from

crashing

preventing kick back

from back lash-ing

hurricanes, climate change ,

hurricanes climate change

change tracks

can we

crack this

Morse code

message

translate it to Nation states

anger makes our transmission

crackle

so frustrated

at the O to the E-mission

lets crack on

tackle head on side on

back on

create varied sequences

transmit on many frequencies

fill the air waves

with our sound waves

aspirations only mist

on realities rising tide

waters lapping

can't cleanse our feet

its our daughters

who harvested our seeds

raise untreated wheat

curses

they're crushed with the

thresher's feet

In tomorrows windmills turned light

Houses where we can't go

no we cant go in

Our wildest, wildest dreams