All those turning Poem by Greta Stoddart

Blow you wild in the wilderness
you all who the ever you are
you once of the world - whirl round
it now - whip more and more
into the blear and blaze
of your ever-ending circle



Blow you spirit-wind you soul-gale
you who so searingly outnumber us
howl and haul in all those turning
now to dust - to this hot wind
this planet's bright belt
of charged streaming dead



Blow you blinding storm
you wind of nothing
to the naked eye - turn up the high
white hum of the invisible
ring made up of all manner
of things lost to us



Blow you gone
you still and never-to-be-born
you dead for a century dead for a day
all you outliving us out there
in the catastrophic air
of this black and never dawn



See how you blow you bone
spark you ash-turned air
into this room where I stand
with these small shaking waves
in this glass of water
I hold in my shaking hand