allotment fertility poem

staying the work makes me so lazily
afraid with people why grow a clover
lawn with all of that happening to you

I hope it not collegiate to pick
a gallon so chubby yellow red plums
leave the worst for wasps bash with the pits in

weeks along the fermentation lock
is the waste of art partly not knowing
this almond finish is trace arsenic

 

Angus Sinclair is a poet and library worker who lives in South East London. His most recent pamphlet is True Pyramids and he edits para·text with Laura Elliott.