
Clouds like frozen sheep pass by in layers
Like ships upon an ocean in the sky
They move from South to North upon the wind
There is no coral and no father’s eye.
Fish float in the deeps but not in flocks
There are no humans in the lower realms
There are no law courts, prisons no police.
No ships sail in the deep, no guns no helm
I swallowed 50 cameras yesterday
We are never free from doctors wills
Now my ribs hurt where they took the flesh
All in all its surgery or pills.
Now the sheep that float have shrunk have gone.
I meant to count them now I can’t see one
