Villanelle for a Calf

1 November 2015

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.

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