Russell Erwin: And On a Day Soon
And On a Day Soon
There are the shit days, purely that,
(not the catastrophe as when a life’s work’s taken out
—fire to the back door, worse, ashes by morning—
but just the smiling grind of them),
those days of sleet with its knives as you kneel with a ewe,
all the mechanics of birth when grief’s wrapped
in it, elbows caught, a tongue blubbered thick
from a head flopping against the arse of its mother:
the dismemberment, the smell, the anger
that you were too late or the bitch went down
where you couldn’t get her.
So that there’s relief as on a day not far off one hopes
when Spring delivers itself of its scent, that lift of air,
and light is strangely new again; and clean-cut
the hills here are sure drawn, muscled and themselves,
distinct from the sky. And warmth and grass brilliant
and you too are new-filled, you hear bird-song everywhere.
Stand and look and breathe this.
You’ve earned it. Like income it will have to last a year.
Russell Erwin
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