Zest Lit Issue 2, October 2013 - Page 173

Wool Poem IV | Joan Colby

They wear those long-johns

All winter. Imagine the stink,

How their wives must shudder.

The reek of barnyard, of sweat

Dried stiff as a stallion’s cock.

The beard scraped to scratch the way

A union suit flays them rough beneath

Overalls and flannel. Let blizzards

Come, the wives fly off

The handle. They are ready.