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Counting Sheep

Drag your leaden feet, Time
Cruel as a mangy wolf
Forgive us not even a moment
To ponder all that is.

Silent shepherd climbs distant hills
Gravity nips and prods him
Intently watching his trek
Now ever closer,

I draw to death.So I cry tears of old
Wasted words tire the day
No new lamb in the meadow
Aches for the sweetness of my care.

Death lives for me
Beating against the underside of my seconds,
She leans toward me across time
Welcoming me home with Earl Grey and honey.

Count the clock ticks
As shade balloons along

The eggshell slaughterhouse walls
In a burst of lifeless frenzy,
I ram hard against the glittering knives
I decide when it’s time to die.  

pix courtesy of Plaskass at Flickr.com

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