Sheep

Sheep






They keep us,
those malignant gods
in cages:
always in cages.
Because the crib is a cage
and school is a cage;
your parents’ house,
and then work,
on to the coffin; a cage for your soul
with the chains of death tugging
endlessly on your tender wrists
What really kills me is that some of us
don’t even fight
We are led, cuffed and blind,
secure in our wretched stupidity
to the block
without a murmur of protest
without even a feeble struggle
from cage, to cage, to endless
day.