Caught by the River

Calf Eye: a poem by Marc Woodward

29th July 2017

The clump of gawkers stood around to watch
a digger lift the dead calf from the beach.

A Devon Red its beaten hide sand-caked,
twisted legs flung out, lying like it might

have dug its way up from a darker place,
to die, satisfied, in ozone and light.

The driver heel-screwed his cigarette,
climbed in the cab and turned toward the calf.

One clouded eye stared up, pointing blindly
at the canvas sky. A polished pebble,

quartz and slate embedded in a slab
of sand and hair. An eye that once looked

through a thin fence without understanding.
The digger chuntered in. We turned aside.


Calf Eye was originally published in The Clearing, a journal for new writing from Little Toller Books.

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