We were pleased to read Autumn News from the Donkey Sanctuary, a poem by Ken Babstock , in his new collection, Methodist Hatchet, published by House of Anansi Press. This work conveys so eloquently what we are all about here at the DSC and, with pleasure, we share it with you.
Autumn News from the Donkey Sanctuary
Cargo has let down
her hair a little and stopped pushing
Pliny the Elder on
the volunteer labour.
During summer it was all Pliny the Elder,
Pliny the Elder, Pliny
the – she’d cease only
for Scotch thistle, stale Cheerios, or to reflect
flitty cabbage moths
back at themselves
from the wet river-stone of her good eye. Odin,
as you already know,
was birthed under
the yew tree back in May, and has made
friends with a crow
who perches between
his trumpet-lily ears like bad language he’s not
meant to hear. His mother
Anu, the jennet with
soft hooves from Killaloe, is healthy and never
far from Loki or Odin.
The perimieter fence,
the ID chips like cysts with a function slipped
under the skin, the trompe
l’oeil plough and furrowed
field, the UNHCR feed bag and restricted visiting
hours. These things done
for stateless donkeys,
mules and hinnies – done in love, in lieu of claims
to purpose or rights –
are done with your
generous help. In your names. Enjoy the photo.
Have a safe winter
outside the enclosure.