Lamb in sun

 
 
 
 
You can't forget
that dreadful look
 
or hard swallows
kicking the back  
of your throat
 
and excuses  
that serve well
searing your skin  
like branded  
animals.
 
 
It was always  
quiet moments
that rang loudest
 
don't get me  
started on cars,
lottery tickets
newspapers
buying milk
 
each evening
swimming lesson
I had undertaken,
 
how the weather
never mattered
whatsoever
 
not to a being
that's lesser
than human
 
unable to
think or see
rain or sun  
 
just spring
lambs taken
off to the
abattoir.