Kerri Shying R # 48 Sheep Circus

Portrait of Aunty Jenny Munro by Adnate

Sheep Circus

It smelled good even in the train

to be away from all that sour ground

beneath the buildings

heading out and further

out to where

the horse rings stood 

falling down in paddocks

 used to think they were some sort of circus

 for the sheep

better prospect than the hard circus of profit

left behind in town

all hoops no music glittery gutless

no roots and standing on dead ground

top-heavy as an upended iceberg from a schoolbook
 and ready more than ready

 to topple

all hands lost

 in the sea  - in the sea

 sky blue sea, of debt