Tag: farm
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Gelding
Behind bars in straw littered byres Death-marked calves fart nervously Head of herd marked as farmer’s Smell of nitrogen Gentling vice make bulls androgyne Grandson in handsome wrangler jeans Couldn’t wrangle a cup of tea Sent out to have a man made of him.
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Farm Ferdia
Two cocks in perpetual conflict, farmyard Ferdia His blood unforded in red rivers Affording him not a moment more of life Let that living cock be the cream and crow the dawn His beak steelruinous with oft-pecking, let the bán Breasted hen be his bridebird, bridled by the byre The barnyard and its brazen barriers…