Terry Hourigan Repairs the Cistern Tree stump legs and an archipelago of freckles On his kiln bright arms, a builder warned by his mum Against the pick and shovel, yet good for digging out A cellar by hand this morning, no rockhammer Or mini ripper or bobcat and a neighbor famous For his red from Rutherglen now unfashionable but shit He’s just laid down ten gallons of Blue Imperial And the Irish Club’s five dollar feed’s not bad Though Vronnie missed out on the lucky badge draw BECAUSE SHE BLOODY WELL WASN’T THERE. You can be unlucky but reckons this…