I’m salting an egg in the morning.
It’s one year on. The radio is documenting
the threats we face… The cut and lash
of voices pitched to shatter glass.
For a second I don’t hear the kettle boil
and wonder: if Iraq mined salt instead of oil…?
At Leonardo’s table, salvation spilled
as Judas scattered salt. And we’re still poised to kill.
In India they made salt and shook an Empire.
Salt makes us what we are, and takes us there.
– Broadcast on BBC Radio 4 on National Poetry Day (UK).