I can still remember the sound.

The calf fell in, the gates shut hard.

I turned my eyes toward the ground.
He could hardly move or turn around

and was woken to truth there in the yard.

I can still remember the sound.
They said he was in the right way round

but he looked so stiff and awkward.

I turned my eyes toward the ground.
His body shook, his head flung round,

his mouth drooled wailing for his herd.

I can still remember the sound.
The farmhand didn’t seemed to mind

the blood. The tools he said were standard.

I turned my eyes toward the ground.
He put on his glove and held the brand

out over the fire. I watched without a word.

I can still the remember the sound.

I turned my eyes toward the ground.