We watch death approach passively
as would cattle, penned at an abattoir
with little to see, able only
to bathe in its anxiety and wait.
Where prisoners serve a sentence
we have none specified, forced to
mindlessly endure and hope for pardon
as death weakens, is sated.
Introspection breeds resolution
for change, a renewal, an awakening
values are tabled and handled fondly
as we listen for news.
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© Graham Sherwood 04/2020
grahamrichardsherwood.co.uk 
on cattle, this morning I was reading The Bull Moses by Ted Hughes and The Bull Calf by Irving Layton, both in an anthology called Billy The Kid. They’re on t’internet if you want to track them down. Hope you and yours are well and keeping safe G.
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