Scott Simpson · Poetry
Domesticity
Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 68
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Domesticity
I have other sheep that are not of this fold. I must bring them also. They too will
listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd.
10:16
If we are all sheep, then we
are not fit for this world---
all our wildness has been bred out;
we are desired mostly for our
wool, partly for our
tender flesh.
The grizzly spends his days
growling and stalking---
sometimes foraging for
berries... other times, lying in wait for
the flock.
The lion sits beneath his tree,
restful after a
feast of gazelle,
licking blood from his paws
and mane.
Why then, if we are sheep,
can we go nowhere
unled?
Why do we bleat foolishly
down the hill and into
the arms that
shear us naked,
will someday lay the
knife against
our throats?
How is it that we have been made
so dependent...
unless it is because we
have forgotten
some knowledge that was
deep in our bellies,
branded on our souls?
The knowledge of how we fit into
this world has been lost
somewhere among the sweet
clover inside the shepherd's fence.
---John
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