
Issue 5: December 2003
Jonathan Asser | Hamish Ironside | Sally Read | Matthew Welton
JONATHAN ASSER
Cry-baby
Ragwort lobes ducked.
Grasshoppers, chafing, did it silently.
My body got emptied
of me and only the dogs were wise.
Raleigh stabilizers dug the ruts.
Cottage dwellers peeked:
fallen organist; ferret couple;
bloke who blocked fox earths
with rocks for the Dedthropshire.
Friesians bulged their eyes, crowding a grid.
Freaked-out blackbirds cordoned elms.
Dad turned back, his forearm tan farm-deep.
I watched. Our first and last expedition
along the gated track.