'Picture a vacuum
An endless and unmoving blackness
Or the absence, at least
in amongst all this space,
see that speck of light in the furthest corner,
gold as a pharaoh's deathbox
Follow that light with your tired eyes.
It's been a long day, I know, but look -
watch as it flickers
then roars into fullness
Fills the whole frame.
Blazing a fire you can't bear the majesty of
Here is our Sun!
And look - see how the planets are dangled around it
and held in their intricate dance?
There is our Earth.
Its blueness soothes the sharp burn in your eyes,
its contours remind you of
That soft roundness.
The comfort of ocean and landmass.
Picture the world.
Older than she ever thought that she'd get.
She looks at herself as she spins.
Arms loaded with the trophies
of her successful child.
The pylons and mines,
the power-plants shimmer in her still, cool breath.
Is that a smile
playing across her lips?
Or is it a tremor of dead?'
- Kate Tempest
'Seven neighbours inhabit the same London street, but are all unknown to each other. The clock freezes in the small hours, and, one by one, wee see directly into their lives: lives that are damaged, disenfranchised, lonely, broken, addicted. Then a great storm breaks over London, and brings them out into the night to face each other - and offers them a chance to connect. Tempest argues that our alienation from one another has bred a terrible indifference to our own fate, but she counters this with a plea to challenge the forces of greed which have conspired to divide us, and mend the broken home of our own planet while we still have time.' #brilliantwork #katetempest #letthemeatchaos #picadorpoetry #whatiread #poetry #longpoem #poetryandmusic #mercuryprize