Thursday, at work
The man opposite me
is unhappy all day.
I would like to drench
him in happiness
and that reminds me
of sheep, and the story
my friend told me
about sheep fallen over
in the truck bound for
docks, the sheep bound
in ungainly fallen postures
possibly dying before
sighting - for the first time
- the sea, foreign shores.
The man opposite me
is woolly in his unhappiness
and talking to him, i feel
as if i am speaking
in a language unrecognisable
except to animal liberationists.
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