ONE POEM – Siobhan Ward

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Yesterday’s Ram

From afar it looked like
all the other sheep –
sheep-shaped, silent, still,
scattered about that field
with the biblical tree –
until I saw the bag
of puffed-up testes,
the stubby penis.
Its big head, glassy stare
and halting hobble 
from random ewe to ewe 
made me think of you –
your loneliness and 
your occupational rutting.

Siobhan Ward grew up in the North of Ireland. She lives and works in London. She was commended in the Segora International Poetry Competition 2020 and her poems have been published this year in B O D Y.

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