The Silence of the Ewes

The silence of the ewes He helped run them up seven sheep for the slaughter got them into the truck, taking them to the abattoir in a pen outside, they waited and bleated nonstop Dim-witted perhaps, they didn’t expect a happy result. In circles, they ran, but one by one, caught and brought into slaughter. When it was the last sheep’s turn to go into the room of lifeblood and gloating men in caps the sheep had stopped bleating following its captors in and offered no resistance. The men in bloodied overalls were silent this was unexpected, yet the axe fell In the night, the boy had a dream he had stopped the slaughter of the seventh sheep, together boy and animal walked to a green field to a place where the sun does not ever set and the sky is deep azure. The boy held on to this dream for a long time believing it to be the truth, but finally, he had to let go He was as guilty as the men with gore on their hands simply by being of the humankind