If Clouds had eyes

I am to wander

I wonder.

I wander.

Lonely as a cloud.

As a cow.

“Cows are not lonely.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You never thought

If a cow was lonely or not

Did you?”

“You can see it in their eyes.”

The solitary life of the cow.

But clouds,

They have no mind

They have no eyes.

That’s what you think.

What if Clouds had eyes?

And if Cows were lonely?

Shall we always take

What our parent’s say for granted?

Say for granted.

A strange expression.

Yessir yessir

Three bags full.

And if sheep could talk

Would they be so obedient?

A silent hill

Pairs & pairs

of black sheep eyes

Menacing baaahs

Whispers

Low rumblings

Of revolution

The lumpenproletariat

Of wide green pastures

the fair rolling hills

Of the countryside

Ready to rise

Don’t say I didn’t predict

The Dawn of the Sheep

Who knows what they are saying?

Yessir yessir

Three bags full

Of explosives?

A lifetime of pain

Oppression

Suffering

The hangover of the subdued

The ungrateful serf

Be thankful for the meal

They throw you on the grass

Be thankful you are

Not locked away

Like so many

Have you seen the zoo?

Be thankful

That you are not in a zoo.

That you are cared for.

Numbers sprayed on woollen coats

Labelled, Kept, Shorn.

Be thankful.

Yessir Yessir

Three bags

Fool.

If Clouds could talk

They would tell us

About the murmurings

of Sheep.

We see the Sheep

Follow blindly

The man in wellies

Through fields and fields.

Yessir.

Yessir.

But the clouds.

If the clouds had eyes.

They would see it all.

And the lonely cows

Stand guard.

Oh, the secrets in their eyes!

If they could only tell

The gateway to other pastures

The whispers of Sheep

See, the earth knows.

The Clouds, The Cows,

Mounds of grassy pasture,

Layer upon layer

Of earth

Piled on the rocks

Which hug the ocean

And we Human People

The Masters

The Man in Welly boots

The lowest form.

Stand. Rule. Divide.

Conquer.

We stand on ground

Connecting earth to rock

To sea to core

And the Sheep watch and murmur

And that is all.

I am to wonder

To wander

& Never Know.

We will Never Know.

If Clouds have eyes.

If Cows feel lonely.

Or if Sheep will talk

& begin to stir.

If the earth will

ring with the bleats

Of the sheep.

Yessir Yessir

Three bags…

Master!

Take Care!