I don't want to grow anything in my heart. I don't want to write all these things in the sand. I don't want to listen and not understand. I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars.
You're watching people fighting, you're watching people losing. On Armistice Day. . The watchers do the wincing, reporters so convincing. But the TV never lies.
I'm a snow plough. I must now plough on. I'm a snow plough. I'm a settler's son. I'm a storm cloud. Rain myself all over the place. I'm a storm cloud.