Written on the Cober Hill residential:

And if we were to love
what then?

Would we dare to
spend a thousand years

Would we fight and scratch,
what if we did?
What would survive then?

And if we did love
ourselves and each other?

Deeply as the ocean rifts.
Passionately as the volcanic earth.
Secretly as the forest greens.
Endlessly as the desert drought.

And if we should love
more than hate?

Turn guns to ploughs,
bombs to heat,
soldiers to peacekeepers.

What then?
What then.