Technicolor Wool
A poem and photograph from my latest book, Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy from Amazon.
Technicolor Wool
In the west, swaths of government
land are leased to sheep farmers
paint swatches grace
every sheep’s back
farmers know whose is whose.
Rams, though, they’re special
their chests splotched purple,
or green, or blue, each
sporting his own signage.
Come spring, farmers read
the colors on each ewe’s rump
—husbandry, and fertility, confirmed.