‘The Spade’, by Brian Turner

Cleaves sod cleanly,
glints like a knife-blade

when hosed down
and left to dry in the sun.

Cuts the roots off tubers neatly,
deals to the edges of Iawns,

doubles the number of worms,
scrapes mud off paths and boots,

smirks when put away
in the corner of the shed.

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