(for @dogsdoingthings)
Sheep wearing short pink diner uniforms, serving coffee, startling easily.
Sheep being followed through evening streets, sensing danger, flocking helplessly.
Sheep afraid in the nightclub chaos, hooves on the table, staring blankly.
Sheep in the jaws of persistent death, hearing come with me if you want to live.
Sheep on the run being told of the lamb that’s yet to be born, the essential future.
Sheep hysterical, laughing, incredulous. Domestic sheep who can’t balance a chequebook.
Sheep being taught to make household bombs, to fire guns, weave steel wool.
Sheep growing up on a motel bed. Sheep counting sheep, making love before dawn.
Sheep being blown from a tank’s explosion, fighting metal with flesh, nearing exhaustion.
Sheep left nosing their lover’s limp body. Sheep pulling themselves up. Sheep finishing it.
Sheep driving with a shotgun on the empty seat, their own dogs for protection, as the new life kicks.
CHRISSY WILLIAMS