The Barn
Threshed
corn lay piled like grit of ivory
Or solid as
cement in two-lugged sacks.
The musty dark hoarded an armoury
Of farmyard
implements, harness, plough-socks.
The floor was mouse-grey, smooth, chilly concrete.
There were
no windows, just two narrow shafts
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Of gilded motes, crossing, from air-holes slit
High in
each gable. The one door meant no drafts
All summer
when the zinc burned like an oven.
A scythe¡¯s
edge, a clean spade, a pitch-fork¡¯s prongs:
Slowly
bright objects formed when you went in.
Then you felt cobwebs clogging up your lungs
And
scuttled fast into the sunlit yard ¨C
And into nights when bats were on the wing
Over the
rafters of sleep, where bright eyes stared
From piles
of grain in corners, fierce, unblinking.
The dark
gulfed like a roof-space. I was
chaff
To
be pecked up when birds shot through the air-slits.
I lay
face-down to shun the fear above.
The two-lugged sacks moved in like great blind
rats.