Saul Bennett
One's Very Own Bale Of Hay
Grieving for one of your flesh over time,
over time,
End over end, a hay bale disgorged
by a fabulous
Wind, swept down and away from within
an impregnable silo,
An orphan bale, seen last laughing,
mysterically,
Doffing its cap as it bounced.
unspun,
Skipping away, a shedding hyena
of despair