the two Seans put a stone in a sack,
added a litter of kittens
and, holding it as high as they could,
carried it past the girls’ babby-house,
down the lane
to the old marl hole where
all manner of stuff was dumped.
They used a plastic fertilizer sack
and had to haul it back
with a long stick
and bold curse-words
when it bobbed about
and refused to sink.
Then they decided to give the passengers
a chance to save themselves.
Flung back, they didn’t last long,
except for a small ginger tom,
who swam round and round in circles
and had to be stoned.
At the supper,
the two warriors entertained the threshers -
the part about the swimmer
provoking shouts and laughter,
until my grandmother
cast her eyes around the assembly
and rapped her knife hard
on the table.