Song of Another Country

by Kirsty Logan

They will wipe the dust from the cornices

They will dig the moss from bronze names

She will burn food onto the bottom of the pans

He will grow long hairs for the corners of his mouth


And she warms her hands on fresh-cut gizzards

And he forgets the taste of honeyed peaches

And the snow is too dense for the sky

And they dig

And dig

And dig