Sheep Fair Day (Excerpt)

So I took God with me to the sheep fair. I said, "Look,

there's Liv, sitting on the wall waiting;

these are pens, these are sheep,

this is their shit we are walking in, this is their fear."

Then I let God sip tea, boiling hot, from a cup,

and I lent God my fingers to feel

how they burned

when I tripped on a stone and it slopped.

"This is hurt, " I said, "there'll be more."

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