Russell Brand at a London Revolution protest. Commons image
By Naomi Foyle
After the first trial of Russell Brand
A cool hand on hot forehead ‒
the news soothed
diseases and torments
Like the loaves and the fishes
fed the hungry and poor
Water turned to wine
sweetened our cups
made a high holiday
of a grey afternoon
Bare soles on the waves
disturbed the dark surface
of perpetual drownings
skeleton wrecks
Sweating and praying
he was led to his cell
Stampedes of swine
surged from a foxhole
to muddy the ground
But the women
O the women
everywhere
women
Testified to their miracle ‒
raised hope from the grave
