When we suited ourselves down to the ground, sudden soldiers with little time aside big rifles on our hands – placed atop these shaky places, ready to rough and tumble ’til stealing a piece of solid silence
For ripples of gladragged people all over the world who make the earth turn without ever even realising such a thing – blink and they do miss it
We size on in and take our shot, stand silently back and watch the green and blue spinning-top get spun once more
These people snore like crazy clockwork whilst we smile a thousand miles wide and wonderful