'performance'  - maybe, 'poetry' - not.  Audio inspired by the Eurovision Song Contest and a few pints, with music by 3-fingered George.

Thirst

I'm sitting on a tractor seat
loading bales of straw,
with spool-valves at my fingertips,
dusty eyes rubbed raw.

There's seven hundred more to cart
but thunder's in the air;
and many hours work ahead
before the field is bare.

Broken blisters on both hands
from stacking up the straw
and before this day is over
I'll have plenty more.

Trailers loaded eight layings high
lined along the field.
A harvest moon is shining
coldly 'cross the Weald.

I'm passing by the village pub;
engine stop's pulled out.
The creamy froth has touched my lips
another day is nowt.