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New Poems from Marc Woodward - Little Toller Books
Calf Eye The clump of gawkers stood around to watch a digger lift the dead calf from the beach. A Devon Red, it’s beaten hide sand-caked, twisted legs flung out, lying like it might have dug it’s way up from a darker place, to die, satisfied, in ozone and light. The…