Our Nature Was x Starhawk’s song, taught by the speakers for the dead

Breath deep.

Just getting out there - walking with a purpose

feel the pain

just gives me something I can concentrate on

where it lives deep in us

cos wildlife really is what has kept me slightly sane

for we live, still,

I don’t feel I belong here but I have adopted this place

in the raw wounds

and decided to look after it as much as I possibly can

and pain is salt in us, burning.

The more you look the more you love.

Flush it out,

collecting minnows,

let the pain become a sound,

watching little tadpoles in the little pools at the side

a living river on the breath,

disappearing as a hoard of children like Vikings

raise your voice,

down to the river because it’s a sunny day

Cry out. Scream. Wail.

I still have a sense of absolute thrill

keen and mourn

and I can always come here

for the dismembering of the world.