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Silage


a fortnight of rain

knee deep in growth

revving the tractor

ripping out the orange soil

a room sized pit


a mountain of wet turf

dumped and pressed

crushing hoppers and spiders

slippery green life

somersaulting to the hole


lungs full of the smell

boots darkened by wetness

the silage pit marked

to be "exhumed" on a dry day

black feed for the cattle

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