Preface

“I had formed no very inaccurate estimate of the probable effect of those Poems: I flattered myself that they who should be pleased with them would read them with more than common pleasure: and, on the other hand, I was well aware, that by those who should dislike them they would be read with more than common dislike.” – William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
 
You are just my violin 
Played quite out of key 
Screaming loud and stuttering 
Fastened to your tree 

Radical and biblical,  
tyrannical and pure 
Satisfied and compromised  
hollowed out unsure  

I will be your herald bird 
I will be your wren 
I will cast the darkness back 
With dawn’s song that I bring 

Walk upon my gravery 
Stand before my stone 
Say you will remember me 
Til all flesh falls from bone 

Radical and biblical,  
tyrannical and pure 
Satisfied and compromised  
hollowed out unsure