This poem is taken from Stand 241, 22(1) March - May 2024.
The Coursing: New Year’s Day
Voices from the kitchen and the toaster sending up steam.
In the frosted yard, breath visible from men and dogs.
Sprinkled from a screw-top jar – acrid drops of coarse poteen
to stroke round smooth-haired flanks, down rope-thin legs.
He’d slip a lead round each dog’s quivering throat.
...
In the frosted yard, breath visible from men and dogs.
Sprinkled from a screw-top jar – acrid drops of coarse poteen
to stroke round smooth-haired flanks, down rope-thin legs.
He’d slip a lead round each dog’s quivering throat.
...
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