Us Naked People Poem by Nicky Murray

The wonder of a minutes love for the hour, the hours worthless bow to gladden all the day, the unsteady wavering of colours in the belfry, comforts all the yearns in the nightmares of the day.


Dance in the blossom of the little and the learning, blossom in your own forsaken dance, with our tender feet we'l waltz upon a river only to embrace the leaves one day. us naked people.


Now one man swallows in the palm of his gods hand, whilst another on his knees looks to the clay, some feed off another spirits hunger, clung to a rainbow's foot his brainless fathers made. us naked people.

us naked people, us naked people.