The Travail 

 
 
As the sheep stray afield 
                         into  
121° Fahrenheit winds -- just enough to cook naked lambs if 
enclosed by government-regulation 
                                   [brick cement brick cement  
                                   cement brick cement brick]  
                                                       walls,  

                              SeCURitY 
          =that ten-thousand-toothed-knotted-scaly-lifes monster~>

prevents (like a  
well-worn sock, comfortable 
even though threadballs itch  
one's toes) Enlightened Thought. 

                         It's a rollerride careen --!  
                         the sheep strain against white  
                         steel tracks at 
                         120mph downbound-- 

On a good ride, the sheep can see: 

     (no flash photography at any time, 
     thank you) 
 
     Monet Monet Monet Monet Monet Monet  
     o           the  (sun)            M  
     n  ---s  e   a   r   i   n   g!   o  
     e  (the lack of ozone             r  
     t       cooks sheep faster),      t  
     o               and               e  
     M       On a heat-scorched hill,  C  
     o  stands a woman                 h  
     n                 with her child  r  
     e                                 i  
     t         without a Father.       s  
     Monet Monet Monet Monet Monet Monet  
 
And an exit as well:  Grocery shopping  
                      (take the Rotisserie Lamb -- before He too 
                      is charcoaled in this home-made desert.) 


The sheep are standing in the X-press lane: 
     1 sacrifical Lamb (or less), please. 

 
 
     --jennifer crystal chien