the great, bloody and bruised veil of the world

		the great bloody and bruised veil of the world
		the great bloody and bruised veil of the world
		the great bloody and bruised veil of this world

		the trees wave in England
		the streams flow in England
		the poor halt in England
		the poor heart of England
		and did those feet
		hobbled and crippled as They were
		by our disbelief
		hope here to find
		some honesty
		(green colour of the grass
		the horsefresh smell arising
		from its quietly glowing glory)
		and did they
		as they move from one sad gap of heart
		to another
		did they hope to find us open
		look: much is my armour
		i can show you all the walls that may be built
		but mostly most of all --
		there's a wall of words
		around my heart which is my soul which is my all
		God is not dead for all of us
		(and goodbye to you all)
		this is all Paradise
		here is garden of upon garden of
		upon suns and beetles
		the ladybird lands upon my knee
		the lark is all joy
		there are birds upon birds 
		
		beyond the great bloody bruised and silent veil
		of this world
		the kind one waits
		staggered pain of being
		the great bloody and bruised veil of this world
		the great bloody and bruised veil of this world 
		the great bloody and bruised veil of this world
		the great bloody and bruised veil of this world