A 19th century clear glass smooth pontilled round with original stopper and a gilt label bordered in black and bronze ‘Vin Antim’
Anthony Dunn’s poem says of Antimony:
It is a poisoned chalice that we raise
– but as we toast each other’s healths, and chink
our fragile cups together, let us praise
the nation we’re creating with this drink,
as we beget a finer race of men and draft its customs with this alchemy –
eternal Friday nights of swirl and churn of wine and air in this antimony.
We sink a cup to purge what makes us sick,
and sketch out shapes of Empire on the floor,
in splash on spreading splash of pink on brick
and blanket; wine and bile. Landlord, one more!
One final shot to get under our skin
Sorry, gents, it’s time. Better out than in.