At our eleventh hour, Sweet Mammalian finds enlightenment from the POV of an airlifted sheep.

Decked in mandarin pith and woolly jumpers, these poets are unafraid to call a lover a fidgeting godwit or a cigarette a ‘snarger’.

Lend us your ears of corn and your fresh-husked eyes, for a steel anniversary on a road of swords.

Be gay, do crime, dress your emperors in decaying leaves.

With all the intimacy of a finger caressing a phone screen, turn these pages for unblinking poetry from friends known and new.