Flatbed trailers clatter by,
silage through brambled ditch.
We watch out and identify
the haylage and the baleage.
A four-hour call of everything,
a fifteen-year rectifier.
Lola still threatening
the big move back to Glanmire.
All the time, all that changed
all the same, just re-arranged.
Silk Cut Purple stolen days
tossed and stored, just like the hay.
