My zinc bath
I bathed in a zinc bath in front of the fire
My Airsporter rifle could punch holes in a zinc bath
I grew spuds in a zinc bath
I kept frogs in a zinc bath
Seen them rusted through - eventually
Like a childhood enthral
Drummed on them with sticks
Small ones and large ones
Long ones and oval ones
Ones with a soap suds layer
Ones with a grit bottom
Ones with a scrubbing board and carbolic
Two handles to spill a dream
One handle to hang to dry
One day on another day
I will look back on the bath
And laugh
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