Hilary Brown


They Came Down From The Hills Then

Through The Hills Then

I Saw Them In The Mountain Passes Pass Before My Eyes

Down Into The Flat Land

The Destroyed Land, Land Of The Destroyed

And Everywhere There Were People Standing Cheering

The Cheerless Standing In The Shadow Of The Mill

The Machine Grinding

Grinding Out Their Daily Bread

Which Crust For You?

Stale Stale News

And All Around Over Hills And Mountains

Through Stiff Grasses And Shattered Window Panes

The Sound Rose And Became Symphonic

Became Sublime


The Sound Of The Riders Was Airborn

The Riders Didn’t Touch The Ground

The Ground Rose Up In Solemn Contemplation Of Liberation