Death Is a ***ing Metaphor
Sheep stood silent, looking on
as I passed through the flock
like a ship through fog.
Eyes, open, but all unmoving,
witnessing me move.
What are you thinking?
I am thinking of hooves and no heartbeats.
I am wondering about wool
and what you see in me when I touch your fur
to test your stillness.
But the sheep still won't move.
as I passed through the flock
like a ship through fog.
Eyes, open, but all unmoving,
witnessing me move.
What are you thinking?
I am thinking of hooves and no heartbeats.
I am wondering about wool
and what you see in me when I touch your fur
to test your stillness.
But the sheep still won't move.