26 June 2010

INVERSIONS

We stand around bleating
about the Good Shepherd seeking
his lost little lambs, being
sweet as He is to his sheep.

Cool grit the shears
in such bleeding;
crook in the Staff greets
the Reading.

We ask whither the Wind
bloweth over, only to find
the SEEK YE inscribed
in Lamb's bone-setting bite.


-r