angst cycle (iii) — [σ] (xii)

you know
it’s an idiot meadow
you can see where the sheep would gambol
getting covered in grass
utterly mucky

and aha
you can see the tracks
of the combine harvester
though god knows why it’s harvesting the meadow
the blood the blood
is delicious and cold
great to turn a humid day
the sheep scream a deep thunderous scream

just like the thunderous scream
that you’d make
if someone harvested you
and turned you
in cool pleasant rain
that made everyone else smile
for the relief
of a hot hot day