The third collection from Ontario poet and labourer Fritz Dries features poems on bloating rural towns, biting dogs burning down the house, burying yourself in the field and calling it labour.

Harvest is here. Pull yourself up by the hair.
Tracing a life down into the dirt, into the root system of a crumbling agricultural dynasty, Harvest Dogs is a deep-throated growl of grief and growth, of heredity and working class heroism, of hot animal want. Go on. Throw yourself to the dogs. They're in the field, waiting.