Live Sheep Trade.(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
LIVE SHEEP TRADE 
 
   A generalised, accepted assumption of stupidity 
   rides in five storeys of steerage. 
   Loading begins at birth, and ends with lesions 
   and bruises wool conceals. 
   A stick across the face means nothing 
   when pain is registered by the rolling of eyes 
   and a few perfunctory shakes of the head: 
   a lump like the makings of a third horn 
   on the head of the sheep who required assistance 
   while boarding. 
 
   An equator crossed is a line of heat 
   that turns the metal rails of pens 
   into ...