Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Tradition Systematizes All Strengths In Size
All hunting packs on earth are different
But we’re all hounds nose to ground…
We’re all here for the first time,
Scenting blood; like a blood hound.
Tradition systematizes all strengths in size.
But I am a herring gull and all belief systems
Are basically the same
Do unto others as they’ll do unto you and rule their pain.
But I’m the hound that goes missing
Simply because I can’t be found
I can’t be bloodied by the crowd.
Simply because I’m always missing
Simply because the scent I’m searching
For can’t be found, searching the ground.
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