A soup so thick you could shake its hand
And stroll with it before dinner.
The face rising to its surface,
A rayfish waiting to be stroked,
Is the pustular, eat-me face of a crofter,
Turnipocephalic, white-haired…
—Robert Crawford, “Scotch Broth”
published in MASCULINITY (Cape, 1996)
https://www.penguin.co.uk/books/361990/masculinity-by-robert-crawford/9781446476512
