Howl of a LambA Poem by RicohardI step into the tube, and I am hesitant to move under the flow. But I step forward. Today is a day full of decisions. The water breaks over my head like anointing oil. I must embrace my step. The water presses hard on the steel on my chest, but smooths the leather lace. I am not liked, we are not liked. We blinded the world with our garment and we still do. But I dont. I am smart and wise. I am calculated. The Sheep have died out. But whenever they are seen they are hated. The Wolves have taken over, and they stand with their feet on the hill. I must not forget that I am a Sheep. But the Shepherd has made me to smart to be dumb. I am a Sheep, but I clothe myself as a Wolf, and I hide the steel on my chest. I move in and out in packs and speak as a Sheep in the harshness of a Wolf. I move my way up the steep hill, that has Sheep and Wolf lain torn and ripped to shreds over it. I get to the top and I howl like a lamb. © 2008 RicohardReviews
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1 Review Added on August 25, 2008 AuthorRicohardBendigo, AustraliaAboutRicohard. Studying a Diploma of Professional Writing and Editing at BRIT, Bendigo. Published in 2007 BRIT Anthology "Painted Words" with an excerpt from a Script and a Poem. Also in "Deliver Us From E.. more..Writing
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