456

 We found fire

Made our own shadows

Lost the night

455

 Voices spill

Like oil across sea

Choking life

454 On TV

Our puppets

the bringers of death

Good folk flee

453

 Our cold land

swept free of all words

Twenty geese

you forget

what you once held right

Nothing stays

lost our salt

Abandoned our light

no shepherd

452. The end of the world is

removing

Children from safety

Gagged and jagged

Everyone

Blind heartless and mute

Sleep walking

Where we are

Our long trek from caves

To machines

All else now

Mere postscript pick your

Hell of choice

Brave New World

Nineteen eighty four

We. (Fallen)

451

 Our geese fly

Unseen inside clouds

Of winter

Stillness broke for wings

Song swaying days close (end)

450. Hunter Gatherer

 Your eyes your

Feet your hands your world

In your land

449

 Everything

About me is fire

or ashes

448. Balmalcolm wood

 Excitement

Across the grey sky

Countless geese

Forming resistance

Against winter gloom

447

The sleep sky

Some bright and some dark

Safe with you

446

 We go hunt

For this good blue sky

We all eat