Anthony Weir - Fishermen

Urinals are strange places
where men stand
like itinerant sweet-peas
against temporary trellises
and fumble.

Men are lucky.
They can stand while they piss
and play cards or violas
or kiss.

When I was a child
high toilet-walls
were greenly-defiled
by years of competitions:
boys
raising litre by metre.

Men are lucky.
They can stand while they piss
and angle for strange fish

like St. Peter.

Anthony Weir

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