The Shearing


Looks like hundreds of ya, filling a field,
wave after wave with dags bringing up the rear,
lining up.  Two eyes between two ears

center above two legs, a constellation,
relatively stable in this random space.  Nostrils flare
at the end of a face and, next in line, to the right,

nostrils flare at the end of a face, and to the left,
back three rows, nostrils flare at the end of a face,
bleating, bleating, bah, bah, bleating, like a roaring

cloud of witnesses…indistinct until the good shepherd
wraps your wayward legs around his neck.

–Sukany 08 May 2012

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