sent out to the fields
to play until dark

ankles rubbed raw
by burnt stubble

running past a fox
choked in a wire

past the sewage works
spiralling sludge

past a bald man
in the hedge

of the Golf Club drive
ignoring the signs

sliding the weir
counting leeches

making a home
in the hollow tree

knowing this was where
Sarah’s father found

something rotting
something hung

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Jeremy Dixon is a queer poet from Cardiff, Wales. His poems have appeared in Found Poetry Review, HIV Here & Now, Liberty Tales, Lighthouse Journal, Roundyhouse and other magazines both online and in print. His debut poetry collection In Retail was published by Arachne Press in February 2019. Twitter; @HazardPressUK