Wind

A great grandmother

scrambles to shelter her princess

surrenders her body

to strengthen the carriage

The plant pots that plummet

the dirt clumps that follow

aren't red kites and black kites

a snowcock or swallow

Wind is what it turns you

Wind is what it turns you

Wind is what it turns you into

I cursed all I dodged

I cursed deaths debris

and fled from the shiplap

to the Caspian Sea

Wind is what it turns you

Wind is what it turns you

Wind is what it turns you into

Wind, water and wheel

most fled you all, most fled you all

but I was forced to reflect

in a prismatic spill, a prismatic spill

Then an oriel's echo

of the scarf around my throat

let me watch as it levelled

and the claret pour out

I hacked near a ferris wheel

spewed where few lay

then paraded down the boulevard

like a drunk tank in May

Wind is what it turns you

Wind is what it turns you

Wind is what it turns you into