THE LAST NIGHTINGALE

A ray
split by
the fragments
of a
broken
mirror
a window
lit
against the
night
these are my
hopes
in times
of
terror
these
my
moments
of
respite
(delight)

IN THE DARK YEAR
Words by Chris Cutler, Music by Lindsay Cooper

Held tight in jaws of
Fear and Force
A country
dies - for Power
has learned :
the more it takes
the more the mass
moves back to
give it space
Fear
Snowballs into
Madness
here, where violence
Parades
As
Law