Muck Spreading Poem by Phil Soar

I tasted the air,
Rancid smells from the farmland
Muck spreading is in process as I walk the dogs
Who never seem to notice
But I can almost taste the nutrients
And my tongue feels like it is on fire
My nostrils try to close
But the smell touches the back of my throat
But still I enjoy the walk
Until the dogs roll in the essence of cow and horse
And I know they will take it home
Where the air will be rich with it for days
Even after a wash
I can taste the air