Flock
one sheep hardly knows
how to eat
alone
the stance to eat
is step and step and step
shoulder to shoulder
the rub
the nudge
the glance
teeth athwart the feed
ravening
within earshot
a clicking, a gnashing
a bustling
a tribal stink rising
and a spooling out
and a looser knot
further, not far
(and a ewe
who has lost her lamb
casts about
mothering a thistle
or
a stone)