Thursday, July 29, 2010


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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