Potato Field

Middleforth Green, 1853

Pulling it up
like a mandrake screaming,
looking it in the eye,
giving it a face,
its cold weight
like the stone
in my belly
that never had life,
never had a face.
Wrapping it up
in a handkerchief,
cradling it,
talking to it softly,
my little homunculus
will never have a life
the workhouse can take away.

Mandragora, Wikipedia Commons
Mandragora, Wikipedia Commons

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