Two poems by Peter Raynard

    Redefining Progress The land man’s drone hovers over his slavering selection of pigs before their poke. The trough is a circle of pink arses – like a ring of buffet prawns – snuffling at the feed, the filth of mud-stuck trotters in a competition of grunts & steam. My father wedges his pale pink difference between the main hog and its lieutenant. Noshes … Continue reading Two poems by Peter Raynard